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By Georgia Hammond

As I was walking down a dark and half-deserted street
Suddenly from behind came a cry so sad and sweet
I stopped; the cry, it came again, more clear and much more blue
I spun around and followed it, the cry of sorrow grew
I turned into an ally and dark crimson hit my eye
The cry so sad came from a bird that looked about to die
Perhaps it was a sparrow or perhaps it was a wren
You could not tell, far too much blood, the bird it cried again
The cry: it ran through me like pain, my hair stood on an end
Cold tears ran slowly down my cheeks, the bird felt like a friend
I met its eyes, so black and cold, it just wanted to die
It just wanted the pain to end, to fly above the sky
Inside my pocket I felt it, the cool and metal knife
Slowly I drew the cruel thing out to bring the bird new life
I held it far above the bird but my hands would not swing
Into the reddened body of the poor and dieing thing
I just could not and so I ran, tears now flowing fastWww@QuestionHome@Com

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