Fallen

It was a fateful day,

That one,

The day of my final adventure.

It all started when I decided

To go on an exploit,

Telling myself that it shall be my last,

For I was now old;

I had had witnessed many a worldly things

That I know I never shall forget.

And so began my final adventure.

This one was in a park next town,

One that my parents

Would talk very affectionately about:

Seems that’s where they first met

’Twas love at first sight.

I went to Lowe’s Park

’Twas as beautiful as I’d always pictured

The roses bloomed bright as day,

And so did the tulips, jasmines, and the lilies.

They made me smile.

Around the park I flew

Before settling on a comfy branch;

I saw many things that are usually in a park

Children playing, adults walking, parents pushing pram

’Twas usual, yet beautiful in its own unique manner.

’Twas then that I saw,

For the first time ever,

One group of boys gathered around a tree.

They had a curious tool in their hands,

One that I had never before seen.

They were pointing this tool upwards,

Towards the tree.

I could not see, from where I was,

What it was they were staring at.

So, I decided to investigate.

From my perch I flew

Towards the boys gathered around the tree,

This curious tool of theirs pointing

Towards an unknown entity.

On a branch I perched,

Facing the tree.

It was then that I saw

The sight that horrified me:

There was a bird like me on a branch,

Perched just like I was,

Peacefully,

Singing its beautiful song,

Its ignorant back towards the boys.

When its song ended,

It turned around to look at me;

We exchanged greetings,

Before I looked back at the boys,

Wondering what they were up to.

And then I saw

That the tool they were pointed at

They were pointing

At the innocent little bird.

Now that bird

Looked to be younger than me

A decade, maybe?

He still had life in him

To go on for another decade.

It was his misfortune

That I failed to miss

The plan the boys had in mind,

For their tool was not just a tool,

But one that turned out harmful.

When a stone flew from nowhere,

Towards the young bird,

I knew not what to do

But stare.

In front of my very eyes I see

The young bird struck,

And eventually,

Falling off the tree.

It’s caught off-guard and so,

Panicking,

Not knowing what to do,

As down to the ground it sped.

I stared in disbelief

At the rather harmless thing,

Which caused such pain

In a poor living thing!

I was aghast, I was stunned,

I did not know what to think!!

And hence I was immersed

In thoughts such as these

That I did not foresee

That next would be me.

And so out of nowhere,

Came a-hitting another stone

It hit me, this time,

In my chest.

I was weakened with age,

Yet bubbly in spirit.

Was it my time yet?

I fell off the tree, nevertheless,

Just like the young bird had,

Afore me

Off my branch I fell,

Fluttering my wings

In a vain attempt to fly.

I failed and failed miserably

Both at the young bird’s plight and mine.

And so on my deathbed I lay,

A bed of grass and dry leaves,

With the young bird

That fell afore me.

The fallen bird

Tried his wings but in vain.

He stared me, hopeless,

And I stared back at him, dejected,

For I knew now

That this was the end.

I failed and failed miserably

Both at the young bird’s plight and mine.

It was thus that

There were two living, breathing creatures

Fallen,

A sudden ending for them

One that they never expected.