Concrete cradle accept thus, my soul handed to save the worthy
young creature, your own lament remains unheard for the lullaby of the great betrayer
momma bird
human hand smell such a detraction, a distraction, even, from parental love, are you little bird proof of apathy, right to negate meaningful existence? little bird? I ask, answer, your weak strokes no effect to child hands, little bird, innocence shattered truly mother hides her manhandled affection for her little bird,
