This morning I came across a bird who had been hit by a car
Its feathers were rustled and he couldnt take off
When I picked him up, he dug his claw so hard into my finger it drew blood, but it didnt bother me
It was a special feeling, being able to hold something thats often so far above us
I just wish it could have been under better circumstances
I had to leave him behind
I didnt know how to take care of him
I hope he was able to lift off again
I hope my memory still brings you happiness
even long after I leave my vitality behind