Yesterday while walking
I found a bird
it was hurt, fallen and helpless—
I should have helped it.
Cold.
Fear.
Death.
I could have spared it that.
I don’t have the courage to return,
I don’t want to see the body,
and know that I could have prevented it—
to change the future
How many things slip by
from having our hands full
our heads crowded
How many could we save?