Eye-Sore

There is a bird that's flying Through clouds and salty breeze, The wings are spread and gliding Wind splashed so cool with ease. Away from home it's flying High off the ground through skies, No worries or home attachments No need to say goodbyes. Carefree from any problems Flying from all that's known, Soaring through all that carries it Through all that its been shown. A sudden shot is fired Shock and trauma felt, The insides burning wildly Bullet with blood; it melts. The sky is darkened slowly Vision is blurred to dark, Only a second passes Before it hits the park. The bones crunch into nothing The wings are shattered split, The neck is twisted sideways Where it was suddenly hit. The birds last breath is quieted The eyes blink one last time, The beauty soaring in the sky No longer free to chime.