I'm looking at a stone floor.
The lines are wobbly and dusted with pink petals.
There's a tree with beautiful branches.
I often wish I could be a tree...
Now I've got a bird staring me down.
"Pardon me, fine lady, but have you seen my slimy, wiggling friend?"
"No, my good birdfellow, I'm afraid I have not."
He hops along his merry way,
and I can't help wondering:
Have I helped to save a life or condemned another to starvation?
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