A Walk Down The Street

While I was walking with my little brother,

we passed a corn field that fell victim

to the bitter cold of the winter season.

The wind had thrown the corn close to the road

and the birds feasted like winged kings on it. 

I stumbled upon a baby bird,

frozen with eyes wide open,

wings down and at its sides,

lying lifeless at my enclosed toes.

It filled me with a sadness that

I could not begin to describe.
I wanted to pray for the baby bird

that lay dead before me.

I wonder why I didn't.

I wonder why I kept walking.

We finished our hour-long walk,

and when we passed the baby bird again,

it wasn't there anymore.

-LJ

26 March 2017