The bird is dieing
He does not fly from death
He was killed under a tire
He wants to meet his end
For his wings are snapped
And his legs are crushed
Blood now stains his feathers
He lies in a pool of his own blood
His only wish is to die
the bird is dieing
He finally dies
A black blob on the pavement
authors note: does anybody know how to get rid of double space in poems
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What Became of the Birds
PoetryOnce there were three birds .Now There are no birds.What became of the birds.Their story is told in poem.The story of two bright brothers .and one soft mother.What happened.What Became of the birds.
