The Baby Bird

Walking back from the coffee shop I came across a baby bird on the sidewalk It was lying there with a twitching leg I looked at it hoping it wasn't But knew it was dead I looked around and saw no one So, I cupped it up into my hands And held it until I got to my backyard I found the small shovel And started to dig a hole As my crucifix was recording the light Into my eyes Blinding me for a moment I wondered why I was doing this I mean I could have kick it down the sewer However, I knew I was showing the respect for life When the hole was completed I laid the bird in it and covered it up And went to wash up for dinner