Her last song.

In a cold green forest,
Sat a lonely white bird.
Singing her sweetest songs,
Before the night closed in on her.

The night was silent,
Save the little bird's song.
The animals sat up,
Listening all night long.

As the night ended,
So did the song.
For the little bird was found,
Lying on the ground.

A little bit about the poem
So this was written when I was in my room looking at a bird. It wasn't supposed to be this melancholic but I seem to have enjoyed forlorn and melancholic verses at the time
Love
M💚