this is my last breath...for the little pigeon killed by a heartless motorist in the garage where she lived

this is the last breath i will take.
my wings can no longer flutter.
i am barely awake.
the pain is gone but i
still cannot see.
there is no future
for my mate to
be with me.
i am breathing softly
now.
i tuck in my head.
i wanted to wake up
tomorrow.
but i was hit by a
car instead.
so humans who drive
look all around.
there is life in the air
and there is life
on the ground.

birdie paradise...planting fields arboretum