Alas, there lieth but a bestrewn avian
No feather plucked for a cut of scion
No one sheds a tear on dreadful event
Nor blanket of earth to be lent
Putrid corpse degraded by night and day
Sclaff of grill sent bird to lay
Apologies to thy poor soul one taken
No brutal cause avicide mistaken
Look down upon rigid nestling
Nature and man continue wrestling