Dying Birds

A bird was dying

It took white poison

It was like rice, milk or something

Left open in man’s garden

 

Did it think mankind

clear as the air

that lets it fly

As much it can bend

 

While it was dying

Up and high it went again

To sound the warning

“not all that shines is grain”

 

But it found the city clouds lonely

For the rest had gone their busy way

Down it came falling

As strength sped away

 

Men see it falling. Fallen,

they say, ‘new puzzle from the heavens’

which they begin to solve

while more shall be coming

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