17/07/2025
Because even in the wild,
the heart knows what it lost.
And sometimes, even the smallest creatures carry the heaviest feelings.
In our world, we bury the dead.
We light candles. We say words. We try to make peace.
But in the wild?
There are no eulogies. No soft goodbyes.
Only instinct, silence, and things left unspoken.
Yet somehow… this little bird stayed.
Pressed against the body of one it likely loved.
Not for food. Not for safety.
But for something harder to name.
We like to think emotions are ours.
That pain belongs to poets, and mourning is a human luxury.
But nature tells another story.
Here, on the hard ground, no one’s watching.
No camera crew. No crowd.
And still — it mourns.
Maybe not with tears.
Maybe not with understanding.
But with presence.
Because even in the wild, the heart knows what it lost.
And sometimes, even the smallest creatures
carry the heaviest feelings.
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