Broken Birdie
BROKEN BIRDIE
On my way out
I came upon a bird
Brown and yellow
Beautiful and miniature
Fluttering
Struggling
Trying to live
Avoiding my touch
I am afraid
It is more afraid
Could hear its little heartbeat
I simply walked away
I gave up on it so easily
Didn't put up a fight
Knew it would die howbeit
It had a twisted neck
Trampled by a passerby
Why do I still feel guilty
Even hours gone by
I never had faith in its survival
Couldn't fix a broken bird.
Copyright © Whyte Queen | Year Posted 2017
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