What a free life they have

Just to flutter wings…pick some twigs

And only hunt for some berries a day…

I sighed with envy…a birdie

Perching upon a bough

Enjoying the breeze to my dismay…


Looking out for its whereabouts the next day,

I stumbled upon the carcass

Lying unmoved with wings soiled.

Life is not an easy deal…

For its only the lack of empathy

that grass always appears to be green

on the other side…



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