Poetry #109

"Don't worry,
I will
save you,"
the little
bird fluttered
here and
over there.

But the
man did
not know.

"Shoo! Shoo!
Get away!"
the man
said as
he bled.

His blood
caked body
was tired.

Even still
a little
bird was
bothering him.

"Please, let
me help,"
the little
bird chirped.

The man
waved his
bloodied arm
and hand.

It was
painful for
him but
he just
wanted peace.

Blood came
flinging everywhere.

The bird
got soaked.

"Don't move
around you'll
bleed more,"
the little
bird chirped.

But the
man never
understood it.

He kept
waving his
arm until
finally he
can nevermore.