I look back at my fallen tail feather,

my wings folded in pain and ache.

I’m getting old and my time is almost to a close.

I can practically hear the raven’s call of death.

But death isn’t something I fear,

but rather welcome like a warm embrace.

I do not regret the way I lived.

I found the love of my life, we had chicks,

and we watched them grow into strong adults.

I now get to finally reunite with my love once I pass.

I now lay in a small box,

one that these fleshy creatures have put me in,

now looking down at me. They looked sad with tearful eyes.

I soon close my eyes and fall into my final sleep,

never to wake up.