From The Abyss

As I wondered towards the West I saw a bird that came to rest In its sticks filled nest The nest was high in the trees Made of thorns and weeds From the nest young bird fell I thought his wing was not well I took the bird back to my house Although not sure if it was wise To the store, I went to get some food However, the bird ate only when he was in the right mood It did not cost me a large wealth In addition, the bird seemed to return to health It however was not a broken wing that made the bird wobble It was his labyrinth that unraveled The bird died next day It is nature’s laws I heard someone say The nature’s law this time seemed cruel In this case, it is hard to keep cool. I hope to the heaven the young bird went In any case, I will miss my little friend.