Well, It Matters?

I took a young bird, it died in my hands. He led a tear flung off it's eye. I tamed the sibling to my own, no longer found to fight a good fight because it was so tamed, but - the bird got wise through me. Unlike a fighter of life who with every press toward him or her he she gets more fierce, less sibling like and more likely to not care about anything other than themselves that matters, with age.

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Thanks for sharing Sugars.

I felt quite sad, reading that the small bird had passed away, i have had something similar happen as well, so i can certainly relate.

Many Blessings