by Queen Gee
I tried to save a black bird. It was across the street from my home, by a car, just laying
in the street. I saw that it was still alive,
barely. I took it and held it and it seemed to like having it's head rubbed while its claws
grasped my fingers. It was so weak. By the
time I was able to find a wild bird rescue place, it passed on to the Rainbow Bridge. I
was holding it and caressing it on my lawn
where it could hear the other black birds in the trees. I am thankful for this website - it is a very caring place. I am glad that the
black bird passed away in my arms and not on the cold, gray pavement. So this is in memory of a black bird that I tried to save.
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