Quietus of a Bird: Entity of Serenity

The death of a bird is the death of a song Like the melody of its lasting breath Sliced down from an invisible blade of the wind The quietus of a bird defeats the entity of nature itself The bereavement of this serenoa Would bring dissolution upon the serenity Of this calmness of peace Even a soul-less renegade or heartless machine Could enjoy this peace, list it a virtue The cessation of the entity that was this Winged small angel of animal Not the end, but a new beginning In its nest, its offspring has spread their wings To continue the siren song of its nature The sky is the limit, is the sweat visible on its face Only the beating wings claim its words Confidence, majestic, determined But its ruination, the quietus, the bereavement Which make the ponderer, wanderer wonder Wonder what's the true meaning of the circle Does it start with something living, end with an idea Does the death of a bird equal the cessation of a melody