Written, May 23, 2024
Poetry/Verse/Death of a Bird Copyright Protected, ID 05-1646-448-23 All Rights Reserved, 2024, Constance La France
While strolling in my garden something caught my eye, it was a little bird laying still on the ground; oh, such a pretty creature with bright yellow feathers, and a lovely turquoise head, wings, and tail. Why even his curled small legs and feet were blue, sadly, he had passed and I wept for him; I am not sure why his death touched me so deeply, but, I gave him a proper burial in the garden. He rests in repose beneath a cluster of yellow blooms, under the blue sky and rain he will ever dwell: I will always remember this pretty bird frozen in death, amongst my lovely lush blooming flowers.
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