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ON FINDING A DEAD BIRD UNDER MY WINDOW, by                 Poet Analysis    
First Line: Here you lie, with feathers cold and wet
Last Line: And be the first to wish a friend 'good morning'.
Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H.
Subject(s): Animals; Birds; Feathers; Wings


Here you lie, with feathers cold and wet –
To dig a grave for you will cause no sweat!
I never felt your body warm with blood,
And now I hold you longer than I should.
What does it matter, if we live or die –
You with a cherry-tempted heart, or I?
The sun in Heaven has his own heat and glow,
And, when all flesh is gone, the grass will grow.
Yet still I hope that you have left a son
Or daughter here, to do what you have done –
To tap my window sharply, without warning,
And be the first to wish a friend 'Good Morning'.





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