Content warning: animal cruelty, blood, death, guns.
Tell me how a bird learns
To forgive the gun that shot it down
When it first hits the loveless ground
It will think the wind has shifted
Wrong place
Wrong time
It will ache gracefully
Feathers sticking to the earth like an apology
Pressed flat by rain
And red wings blooming from its broken back
It will pray that the bullet found a softer landing
But when its mind dims
Will its wings concede that
The bullet had a conscience
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