He bore a burden inside
A dark hole he tried
to hide
but it consumed him as he cried
and wept for more than his damaged pride.

This time, he thought he would find the right way
Fly past go, collect his dough
but unfortunately this was not so.
It seems to me his wings
his wings
were trampled

Normally, this would not be an issue
yet after an earlier encounter
he tried to mend himself
but never healed quite right
not yet ready to take flight.

So Let's look at this again one more time
My heart is like a bird out of the cage
that simply got out yet again
Flew around aimlessly helplessly in vain.
He flew into that cat.

He simply gave up on trying
on fighting
on crying
on loving and dying
on the pain of everything.

Could this have been avoided?
Perhaps, who's to say?
No one had bothered to show him the way
No one to give motivation day to day
No warm shelter where he could lay.

He's not giving up quite yet
He's showing some remorse
He wants to come back and take a second shot
he's fading fast
he won't last
time is past
His eyes, staring upwards, glance their last.
Darkness envelops him.
He is
no
more
.

Here comes that cat again.
He sees his meal.
Ravenously our bird is gone
Vanished
without a trace
much as he lived, forgotten, a footnote
a random fact.

May he rest in peace
May who rest in peace.