OISEAU MORT ( dead bird )
Fragile were its wings ,
Its slender body illuminated against
The moonlight's gentle glow
It looked peaceful.
The stillness of the bird frightened me,
Where was its family?
Did it have un Frere* ? (brother)
Did it have une soeur**? (sister)
I would never know.
I realized with a sudden jolt ,
The bird was mort***,(dead)
I wondered where did it fly last
i only hope for its soul to rest in peace.
But my conscience
Bites me,
If I had kept food and water,
Would it have saved thee?
I stood there staring , not knowing what to do,
Soon people would have moved away,
And life would be on its way,
Again.
