The Bird
I hope to be the last of its species.
I will know love and care from my parents who will travel with me until they are too old and they sing their last song which I will sing together to honor their life.
When it is time, I will fly alone and soar through the skies revisiting the places of my youth and new places to me, marvel of all which I see.
When I rest I will call and sing my song and there will be no response. I shall know no one else that can speak to me or with whom I can communicate. I will forever wonder why I never met anyone like me.
When I die, I hope I will die singing my song as my parents did, the sweet melody that spoke of my life of which no one is left to understand.
And when I die, it will be the end, I will have known no one else like me and there will never be anything that resembles my kind ever again.

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