THE LAST FLIGHT

 There's a bird in the sky flying so high 

flying with grace at a short pace . 

She had caught a fish to feed her young 

Then BANG I heard the sound of a gun .

She began to fall no longer in flight 

Falling down like a failing kite . 

I remember the day of the bird I once knew 

I remember the grace of the flight she once flew . 

BY CH'REECE JON BROWN