I once found a bird when I was younger
the bird was small and weak and abandoned by its other birds
I took it home, I did all I could
soon the bird died
why, bird, why
why die?
you could have lived
you could have flied
I told my mother
my bird is dead
it will never fly
mother still wonders why I have never touched living things again.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
I once found a bird when I was younger
the bird was small and weak and abandoned by its other birds
I took it home, I did all I could
soon the bird died
why, bird, why
why die?
you could have lived
you could have flied
I told my mother
my bird is dead
it will never fly
mother still wonders why I have never touched living things again.
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