Death Of A Warbler
He was a beautiful warbler
That I hit while in the road
His yellow burst of sunshine
Ending abruptly so
His song suddenly ended
And his wings no longer flew
His little soul flew away that day
As his little body I moved
I dug a little grave
And placed the warbler there
No doubt his little mate
Would be searching everywhere
He was bright as the sun
But his light had been eclipsed
It wasn’t really my fault
But I felt sad a bit