The
little birdie dies
This
morning as I try
Shaking
the nest hearing no chirping
I
try a few times I don't get it
I
use a ladder
Standing
atop to look down
It
is a body of dried skeletons
Lying
on top of its nest
I
peeped a few times
Not
knowing it is the little birdie
It
is the only one in the nest
It's
small beak opened dead as such
I
heard the little chirping yesterday's morning
Finally
I thought the egg hatched
But
I didn't realize it died this morning
All
dried up a sad way to die
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