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My dad's presents.
In a moment of exhaustion
I laid back
Onto my no-longer-white carpet
And when I turned my head
I found myself
Face to face
With a small bird
Laying on its side
Upon a poster
Laid out on my floor.
It had died in vain
Killed by my cat,
But not worthy of being eaten.
The bird was worth nothing.
It's life was worth nothing.
It's death was worth nothing.
And at that moment I knew
That that was going to be
Me.