THE DEVIL BIRD
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Deep in the hinterland, where shadows dwell,
Lived the devil bird, cast in a cursed spell.
Shunned by the humans for its wretched guise,
An omen they deemed, where tragedy lies.
With clumsy wings and a heart so frail,
It wandered alone, a pitiful tale.
Yet fate took a turn, on a fateful day,
When a naked boy child, in sorrow, lay.
At once, with a spark, its hunger took flight,
It spread its worn wings, a shield in the night.
Covering the child, from the cold’s cruel caress,
In joy’s ugly sound, it sought to express.
But stones were the answer, and sticks flew with rage,
The bird stood unyielding, trapped in its cage.
Only when silence engulfed the cruel ground,
Did they see their own kin, in the death they had found.
For the stones that they hurled, in their misguided plight,
Had shattered the bond in the dark of the night.
In the heart of the hinterland, where shadows now roam,
Was a lesson in kindness, to guide them back home.
