Dead Tufted Titmouse: Part II

Later that night, I was thinking about all of the times in the past I spent watching and taking video of Titmice, sometimes first thing, very early in the morning at sunrise and other times at midday and the afternoon. So, later that night I just stared at the little tree where they all perch on while they peck at and eat the meat in their seeds. I was thinking how this one Titmouse would never be able to do that again, and that it was gone forever, never to fly to that little tree, or to any tree, ever again. He came and went, just like I and every one of us will. The little Titmice and all of the other birds give me a reason to get up early every morning just before sunrise and watch them eat their first, long-awaited meal of the day, and to watch them grow and maybe watch them show their little offspring and future generations how and where to eat, too, just like their own parents did, and just see them all be happy little birds, with the best life possible. The next day I saw a couple Titmice and, of course, the regular bird visitors, so it was such a relief to see happy little birds again, and happy, alive Titmice. I was really sad later that night off and on after I found the dead Titmouse. Just to see it still holding onto a black-oil sunflower seed in its bill was so, so sad and to know it would never be able to finish it. I wrote a poem of sorts. Not sure what you call it really but I will post it below. But the day after was a lot better. Not quite as sad and depressed and loved seeing them eat and being outside with them while I was refilling the feeders, trying to respond to their calls the best I can. It was a great relief and happy time for me to see happy little birds again. And here's that little something special I wrote up the night I found the Titmouse:

You'll Never be Able to See Me Looking at You from Below Again
You'll Never be Able to Hear Me Trying My Best to Communicate and Make Calls with You Again
You'll Never be Able to See Your Mate or Family Again, and Never Get to See Your Future Family Grow Up
You'll Never be Able to Perch On Another Branch Again
You'll Never be Able to Fly Again, or Fly to Another Tree Again
You'll Never Make it to that Little Tree Reflected in the Window
You'll Never be Able to Perch and Sit in the Little Tree Where All the Feeders Are Again
You'll Never be Able to Build Another Nest Again
You'll Never be Able to See the Sun Rise or Go Down Again
You'll Never be Able to See Another Summer, Fall, Winter or Spring Again
You'll Never be Able to See the Leaves and Pretty Flowers Come Back in Spring Again
You'll Never be Able to Feel the Warmth of Summer Again
You'll Never be Able to See the Leaves and Pretty Flowers Fall and Go Away in Fall Again
You'll Never Have to be Cold and Freezing or Feel the Harsh Winter Again
You'll Never Have to Worry about Another Cat or Predator Hurting You Again
You'll Never be Able to Quickly Fly to a Feeder, Get a Seed and Fly Back Up to the Safety of a High Branch to Eat Again
You'll Never be Able to Peck on and Eat Another Black-oil Sunflower Seed or Peanut Again
You'll Never be Able to Have Another Piece of Seed Meat Again
You'll Never be Able to Call or Sing to Your Fellow Titmice or Chickadees Again
You'll Never be Able to Dominate and Scare Off Another Chickadee From a Feeder Again
You'll Never be Able to Eat Another One of My Peanut Butter Sandwiches Again
You'll Never be Able to Feel the Wind as You Fly Again
You'll Never Have to Worry About Where Your Next Meal Will Come From Again
You'll Never be Able to Finish that Seed in Your Bill
You'll Never be Able to be a Happy Little Bird Again
You'll Never be Able to Do A Lot of Things Again Now
You'll Never be Forgotten
Never