As I waited for my husband to come from inside a store,
observed a baby bird which had fallen from its safe nest..
This came to me..
We neve know about death..
It takes young, old, all races, all sexes..
When it is one's time to go death visits..
. Baby Bird wiggles Upon concrete Downy feathers, weak feet Death waits
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