A little passing...

Found a bird just sitting on my lawn today; it didn't move when I got close. Seems it was hurt somehow, so I put it in a padded box on my porch since we expect big storms tonight. I let him alone for an hour to two so he could calm down after being handled. I went back out and Curran thought we should sing him a song. We sang Twinkle Twinkle, and the bird started moving a lot and opening his beak. Curran ran off, and I picked up the bird, hoping it wouldn't have to stuffer too much longer. I sang a lullaby and oh-so-poetically, in the last line of the song, it stopped breathing. Talk about a bittersweet moment.