Two Lives

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.