That was Victoria Day afternoon, my kids Kelvin and Lily
pulled me to the front yard, Where there was a robin
staying stiffly under the fence. before being cupped in my hands
It trembled, like a sitting sleepy elderly suddenly awakened
Black in the back, rust red on the belly, left wing withered
Beak gray and dry......In my hand
It kicked feebly, leaking out a drop of tweet
I put it back on the grass, told my kids not to bother
But they anxiously guarded it, and reported to me again and again
"I gave her some bread crumbs, she doesn't eat."
"I gave her a lid of bottled water, she doesn't drink."
"I saw two watery droppings, maybe she has diarrhea ......"
When the dusk came, they found it upside down on the ground, but heart still beating
Lily cried, begging me sent it to the hospital
"But it's just a bird." I said nonchalantly
In the tone of a "father ", to brace their bearing for tragedy
But Kelvin followed me all the way, kept asking:
"Why did God let His creatures die?"
Lily peeled some tulip flowers, draped over the bird
Seemed that could reduce the pain of death ......
The next afternoon, when I came home from work
It was already dead in its dying place. I shoveled it up, buried it in the garden
Two kids suddenly got busy: the boy placed a brick
As a headstone; the girl stuck a tulip in the front
Facing the bird grave, they closed their palms, bend down, prayed, circled
Threw cherry flowers and grass...... The primitive ceremony was so solemn, perfect
At the end, they can not help but hugged each other, and laughed
From that, I also gained a great relief
2011-05-25