For the fathers, sons, brothers and husbands who got cut down too early

There used to be a tree outside my window. Until one day, while I was away, someone came and cut it down.

Now, when I looked out my window, all I could see was the hole where it had stood. I pulled the curtains and stopped visiting that room.

Then one day I heard a bird singing outside the blinded windows. I shut my ears and frowned about the “fucking noisy birds”.

But he just kept going.

Eventually I went to see what he was singing about. I pulled back the curtains and there he was on the sill.

His song abruptly stopped. After a second, with a buzz from his wings, he flew off – into the most magnificent view.

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