Your Baby Bird, It's a Burden You Don't Want.

There's fear in her eyes, She's fallen so far. The ground never looked very close but here it is, harder than ever. She's alone and searching. The sun is out and it makes it hard to breathe.

Can you hear her cries of agony? Go ahead, pick her up, be gentle. Can you feel her heart? It's racing.

Your smell is on her now, there's no turning back. Accepted by you, rejected from an old life, rejected from her life. Let go. For you. Your smell is on her now, are you ready for this?

Can you see the dependancy in her? She's frail, delicate, fragile. She needs you now. Spoonfed, warmed, loved.

It may not be enough. It may not be enough.

You'll wake up in the morning, find her blood mixed with dew. Are you ready for that? but it's too late now. It's a chance you'll have to take. A chance you'll lose her.

The odds of survival aren't high. Have you called in for backup? tied up the cat? Watch the sky, it'll fall down on her at any moment.

Her bones are frail, hollow, beautiful, can you feel them? Her blood is red and blue and she's still alive. Still alive after all of it.

Do you know how much courage it took? how much force? The strength and hope and belief? The attempt, the effort, the work? The failure, the falling, the pain, the landing?

But she's still alive.

You should have let her be. Should have let teh sunset, should have walked away. She could have made it then, you know. Would have made her way home, been brave enough to fly. She would have lived.

But it's too late now. She's there in your nest, trapped, caged. She's waiting and dying and the air is too cold.

It's all your fault...