I found a little bird
today,
a pigeon baby he was.

His crumpled body
And torn wings
lay neatly folded by his side.

I saw a small red mark
that was blood stained and bruised
and imagined what horror
this poor little creature had suffered
before he passed away

I looked into those stony eyes
and hoped that he was truly passed
and saw that one eye was still open
a reflection
of his fear.

I saw a baby bird today
he lay bleeding, torn and sad
on a long grey road
near the sea
he died a frightful lad

His little body was
still heaving
when I initially came upon him
on that long, cold grey road
he lay wounded
and my heart did bleed
for him.

As angry cars whizzed by
dozens at a time,
none did stop
at our sorrow
for the little feathered guy

So, this is my little goodbye to you
little feathered creature of God,
may you fly in angels heaven now
forever, in great song.

I will light a whisp of incence for you
little child of the earth
and one day
when we meet again,

Please land upon my hearth.

LEIGHTON YORK
MARGATE BEACH
Written - 13 June 2010
Submitted -- 19Aug 2010 at 750pm Aest