On one hand I'm heartbroken, that little fragile creature lost, there is that terrible think about dying :( that cannot be undone, but I'm happy it was a waking call for you and I literally cried reading the poem. I feed the wild birdies everyday.
On one hand I'm heartbroken, that little fragile creature lost, there is that terrible think about dying :( that cannot be undone, but I'm happy it was a waking call for you and I literally cried reading the poem. I feed the wild birdies everyday.
Yes @yidneth, we can't undo the done. Neither actions nor words. I also love birds, even then I loved them. It was my own brokenness and pain that took aim that day. It is a pensive sadness that reminds and instructs me day to day. Be well, keep singing little bird :)