Death of a Bird
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Written, May 23, 2024
Poetry/Verse/Death of a Bird
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1646-448-23
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While strolling in my garden something caught my eye,
it was a little bird laying still on the ground;
oh, such a pretty creature with bright yellow feathers,
and a lovely turquoise head, wings, and tail.
Why even his curled small legs and feet were blue,
sadly, he had passed and I wept for him;
I am not sure why his death touched me so deeply,
but, I gave him a proper burial in the garden.
He rests in repose beneath a cluster of yellow blooms,
under the blue sky and rain he will ever dwell:
I will always remember this pretty bird frozen in death,
amongst my lovely lush blooming flowers.
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2024
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