Go little Bird

Ants raided your nest
Down you plopped - did it hurt?
Starved of your mother's care
Was the sesames I fed you alright?
Stress, shock or was it the cold
that caused you to leave that morning?
Hopefully the warm sunshine
Will be your last remembrance
Of the short time you spent here
Go, little bird, we shall remember your shallow grave
and may your next birth be a better one!