Once the bird flew high above, looking for some prey, as a

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Once the bird flew high above,
looking for some prey,
as a chick it saw the father doing it that way.
Never love but pain and hate were eating up its mind,
the screams of fear had made it deaf,
the sight had made it blind.
So the bird broke through the clouds
on that disastrous day
and with its mighty claws it took the prey away.
The suffering, the fear, the tears
couldn't stop the bird,
finally it dropped the flesh
down into the dirt.
The victim's screams, the begging meat
confused the bird and made it weep.
Thoughts of doubt controlled its brain,
the smell, the noise, the signs of strain.
They will catch you, little bird,
'cause you made the creature hurt.
Suddenly, it lost control
and the price should be its soul.
Raised its beak then came the peck
drilled right through the victim's neck,
drilled right through the victim's spines,
repeated about thirty times.
Pleasant silence filled the air,
forever now the hills will stare
at the spot on which that day
the sparks of life had left the prey.
The bird was sitting on the ground,
shocked by what he'd done,
it spread the shaking wings
and flew towards the sun.
The bird flew higher past the clouds
followed by its guilt
with endless sadness and disgust,
its empty heart was filled.
Though it knew its deed was wrong,
it swore to never sing its song,
'cause birds doing such cruel things,
ruthless will be cut their wings.
Many years passed by,
the plumage became grey,
now the bird, about to die,
talks about that day.
They never caught the dying bird,
they never got a clue,
this will be the only hint
it's curious 'bout what you'll do.
Soon enough, its heart will stop
and so will its breath,
maybe there's a cat out there,
faster than old death.

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