I killed baby birds once.
I was small.
I knocked down the nest.
I did not know what I was doing.
The next morning
The three babies
Were frozen to death
Still huddled together for warmth.
I cried the whole day.
It still bothers me
When I think about it.
What a senseless death
What a waste of life
What a mistake to make.
Maybe that was the first time I realized
How delicate life is.