The last little birdie
The whole day I saw
Sitting quietly closing eyes
I thought it could survive
The parenting birds came
Brought food to feed
In the morning the little one could
Towards afternoon it gave up
It seemed to know its fate
Willing it to go quickly....
The father bird seemed to recognize it
The food it rejected as it was fed
The tweeting loudly
The father bird flew away
I watched the little birdie
Hopping for a while I thought it would live
Around 7.05pm it died
I was popping the floor
I went to take it out from the cage
It looked at me the last time
So I buried it
Near yesterday 2 little birdies died
I saw the stray kitten in the afternoon
I chased the kitten away
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