Pigeon

I watched a pigeon die in my palms
death slapped on my face early morning
its eyes pleading for life
lungs longing for breath
as it lay down its broken neck
I stroked its feather
helpless utterly helpless
I stood there crying wishing I could help
It lay there battling with death
I understood its life in those few minutes
and when it looked at me I felt it knew me
it gave me a look almost saying I am scared I don't want to die alone
it looked thankful that I was around
I could see it
dying in my palms it left me shattered
but it was the one wounded
dying a painful death
its eyes I will never forget
like it was scared to die
the fear of death
may its soul rest in peace
and as I walked away the song playing on my player said
"life taught me to die"
such coincidence. bizzare