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Just the other day
I was sitting at my desk
Staring out my window
When a bird flew into it
It was painted
A pretty speckled brown
And it had a cream colored belly
That resembled cashmere
I went outside
Hoping it would fly again
Only to find it wouldn't
It was lying there
Struggling to breathe
Unable to move
With each gasp
Losing a little bit more of itself
It was difficult to watch
I went and grabbed a spade
To end its misery
And when I returned
The grass where it lay
Was still warm
And it held the shape
Where it once was
It was gone