Slow Down

If only you could slow down

You see how how many things 

You have hurt.

If only you could stop rushing

You feel the pain

You have caused to others.

If only you were cautious 

You could prevent something

From getting hurt.

Cute little feathers struck down,

Breath fading away with each second. 

The eyes can't open

The wings don't flutter

There's no movement 

There's a nearing death 

Of the innocent 

Of the wild

Of the being

Of the world.