Remembering a Fallen WREN
I saw a bird die once. I don’t know why I’m saying this
but it was a young wren who fell from its nest. There was a storm, I think
I held it in my hands and watched it gasp for breath
as I did everything I could to save it.
Death is quite unfair, isn’t it? And that wren was so small
it didn’t deserve to die, did it?
I’d like to think that all the birds who fall from the sky are good
and deserve to be saved, but if I can’t even save one, then what am I?
Everyone keeps saying “not your fault, it’s not your fault”
but I was the one who held it last, and if I could have done something different…
I don’t know why I’m saying this. It was so long ago, I don’t remember it.
