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Death Of A Warbler

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