The Bird Who Wanted To Die

Once I knew a bird Who looked right In my eyes "Oh Human won't you take my life", said He "For I really want to die." "My Mate and fledglings are no more, They left this world in peace." "They will no longer sing or fly or sit up in The trees." I looked at the poor sad bird as the tears Streamed down my face, for the only kind Thing I could do for him was to send him From this place. He closed his eyes as I blanketed him within My shirt Than I placed him in the ground and Covered his frail body with dirt For now my heart felt heavy And I felt a sickness deep inside But I knew there was a better place For The Bird Who Wanted To Die.