The grey and yellow little bird lay dead, cradled in the grass. It’s song forever silenced. Tears welled as I removed the delicate creature fallen from flight. I’ve thought about the bird all day with a feeling of heaviness in my heart, as I do for all creatures of the universe. Perhaps finding this lifeless bird signifies an end and a new beginning of something for me.
If it’s death was to portend for me then I am grateful for it’s sacrifice, but tomorrow when I listen to the birdsongs I will know there is one less song being sung.