Past Life Poem by Yevgeny Bazarov

Its young heart quickly stopped beating as life began to drop from the wound caused by the inexorable precision of the hunter. The arrow penetrated its soft feathered tissue causing shock and disbelief in his last minutes of beauty and freedom so dear to birds and alike. And as his eyes began to close, a fading memory of air stream caressing his feathers with cheerful songs of fulfilled life made him tremble in the panic fear of inevitable whilst listening to the last farewell being cast by the eagle flying happily from above the lifeless corpse of the bird.