I am soooo sorry, Little Woodpecker...
I am so sorry you died just because you were too young and inexperienced to realise you can't fly through glass, even though it looks like you should be able to...
I am so sorry that because of this thing I live in, your life had to end so soon...
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| Sleep tight, Little Woodpecker... |
So here you are, lying there, on the pavers in front of my backdoor, like all you are doing is taking a nap in a somewhat unusual place...
You look so peaceful...
You just needed a rest from being out in the world, learning about all these new things to survive, to live...
So you stopped, laid your head down and fell asleep... just for a minute... catching your breath...
This world suffers so much from our presence.
We spread like a virus, conquering and destroying anything that dares to stand in our way.
Or just because we don't see a use for it, or don't like what it is...
