As I walked along the high glass wall,
I see a black bird lying on the floor.
I went up to it and picked it up,
It was stiff and silence, its time was up.
I said a little prayer, I wish it rest in peace,
Thinking where and how, to properly bury it.
Yet another was in my path,
This one was alive but stunned and dazed.
I quickly tried to catch it, to move it to a safe place.
It slipped my graphs and flew, right into the glass wall.
I cringed ever so nervously, as it fell back to the floor.
Thanking god it’s still alive, as I grabbed it as fast as I could.
I put it on a tree branch, as it flew safely back to the
sky.
I saved a little bird’s life, but was too late to save the
other.
I dug a shallow grave, beneath that same old tree.
With some dirt on my hands, I wish I could have done more.
Two lives I touched today, so little they are to me.
Yet long I thought about it, how much they meant to me.
