The bird was swimming in a murkish pool of FATIGUE,
and somehow I was inclined to save her, for the sake of....myself.
Or else the bird would die, that was for sure.

Her legs waded wanefully with every move I made, setting her lower body in the cupped water and gently trickling it. Eyes shut, she made several attempts to raise her beak.
As if she wanted to tell the world a whole new DESIRE.

However, I soon realise that she wanted nothing more but a few farewells. Rested in peace, she waned.

Ophelia.