Dead bird

Dead bird

I saw your carcass, broken and dry 

Was it a frightening way to die?

Did you endure much pain?

Was your ending met with disdain?

Was it hard for you to say goodbye?

In the final moments, did you ask why?

How alone you must have felt 

You were a bird and nothing else 

Did you know I envied your life?

You lived in complete surrender 

A brief life, fragile and tender 

Not much protection from anything 

And yet, from sun's rise to set, you used to sing 

I don't sing much; I'm much too proud 

So, who's really wearing the funeral shroud?

I don't trust my wings or my sight 

Don't even allow my dreams to take flight 

I fight - almost any chance I get, 

spend most of my days bitter, guilty or upset 

I have much to learn from you, but I won't see 

Too great is a human being, obviously 

You lived with little 

I desire a lot 

You're dead and brittle 

I'm decaying rot