A Dying Bird

A Poem

A dying bird once looked into my eyes and in its death, it gave me life because I saw how precious life was, even to this bird that flew too wild So wild that it couldn’t see or only saw what it wanted to until the end

We crossed paths for a reason as I was lost in a spiral of household ennui and procrastination And this bird was flying its little heart out just for fun while I stared out my window, waiting for the world to come to me

And it did, in the form of this dying bird taking its last breath outside of my window But in doing so, it gave me life again and with this gift, I shall fly

© Jonathan Greene 2020

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