Date : 16 June 2020
Hatched in a small crooked bush,
small and bijou little did it know,
the human world and its intent,
lived recklessly through the darkness.
All alone, tired and hungry, it foraged,
with hope and might, flew across the woodland,
neither agitated about death nor ending,
came across a fare.
Delighted and astonished it stood,
the tiny beast swallowed all,
but little did he know the ensuing.
Out bolted blood from its mouth,
and net all over its fuselage,
anxious and dejected and surprised it fell to the rutted grass,
never did it again trust the human world and its intent.
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