Bird

A bird fell into the arctic sea

And could not rise to sky again.

Instinctively it fought the inimical wet

While shrieking boys skipped stones at it,

Deriding its useless, fluttering throes.

Still it labored to gain the uncaring air

As mindless currents rode it from view.

No doubt it died, but perhaps it flew,

That struggling bird in the heartless sea

That sculpts the unfeeling arctic shore.