The chirp of death

Dying dying on the ground 
Lying there without a sound
All hopes gone your on deaths ride 
no more playing in the tide
No more singing or chirping loud
I know u were once very proud
Proud of your wings and fethers to 
the colours and patterns when you flew  
but now your just a memory as your life fades away this is the end for now little bird
 i will see you again one day .

Sory about any spelling errors .