(technically, this is semi prose, so its true and i saw it today. but i'm writing it in a more dramatic way)
all is quiet,
not a soul in sight.
but there stands a small figure
upon an iron track.
innocently pecking,
finding its daily food.
all is well.
everything is safe.
alas!
here comes a train from a distance,
but the bird, senses no danger
continues to peck for its food.
the train comes closer still,
yet, no recognition from the bird,
not even a flinch.
closer and closer it comes.
still, it continually trots along the track naively.
even closer still, the train is almost there
oh no, dear bird;
please do move away.
oh no, dear bird;
please don't get hurt.
oh no, dear bird;
the train is much too close.
fear sinks into my heart,
as the train is about to collide with the bird.
but joy!
at the last second,
it flies away.
making a lucky escape,
to live another day.
the end.
