I wrote this one day about five years ago, and submitted it to Poetry.com. Apparently, it appears in one of their compilation books...
Today as I was leaving school
I saw a bird
Sitting on a broom
eyes closed
and wings gently tucked
It had been hit by something
unexpected
It bleed a lot
When I saw it
it was in a process
of either healing or dying
And when I saw it I thought
"how awesome is this?"
When you get hit you need a time to heal,
when you get hit you need a time to die,
a concept so simple
that even the bird comprehends
so why don't we?
Today as I was leaving school
I saw a bird
Sitting on a broom
eyes closed
and wings gently tucked
It had been hit by something
unexpected
It bleed a lot
When I saw it
it was in a process
of either healing or dying
And when I saw it I thought
"how awesome is this?"
When you get hit you need a time to heal,
when you get hit you need a time to die,
a concept so simple
that even the bird comprehends
so why don't we?
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