by Natalie Fraser
The small birds sing loudly
in my blue birdhouse
I smile to see their Mama
bring them worms
I cheer as they try their wings
flying higher and higher.
One bird falls. I run
and find it
in the long grass
the tiny body silent and broken
I bury it in the garden
the soil wet with my tears.
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