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
- Author: w c ( Offline)
- Published: November 5th, 2017 10:34
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments4
All lovers of nature feel sad at these unfortunate happenings W.C. - a touching verse on the dangers to birds in so many ways on the road today.
Thanks for your comment, Fay. It always noteworthy to hold one of God's little creatures in your hand.
Ahh, thoughtful write wc.
Hey Orchidee! Thanks for your support.
If only all gods little creatures had similar feelings for all other of gods little creatures.... but there again, god did create carnivores.... food for thought (excuse the pun).
Thanks da! I appreciate your comment.
Fine tribute to an unfortunate accident WC. I remember hitting a rabbit many years ago and right beside the rabbit on the side of the road was a small wooden cross. I took the rabbit to a vets office, but they said he'll not survive. Ofcourse I felt like crap, but like you, it wasn't my fault or the rabbits. I kept that cross with me for many years, then one day I couldn't find it. I think someone else needed it.
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