The Birdie

I watched a little birdie as it fluttered in the air, Riding on the wind without even a care. A cute little thing with it's feathers and it's crown, Well it use to be cute until a trucker ran him down. I watched a smashed little birdie,with it's feathers flying in the air, I think the only tire that didn't hit him,was the one underneath,the spare. The trucker kept a going,feathers all up in his grill, I watched as his trailer dissapeared over the hill. Times like these are sad,it's all a part of nature, But it makes me happy because I am a vulture.