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dead pigeon (DDP): A Final Rest for the Winged Wanderer The sky feels a little emptier today. Those wings, once woven with the wind and crafted for the clouds, have finally folded. There is a heavy silence where there used to be a soft coo, and a stillness that doesn't belong to a creature of flight. It is a gentle reminder of how fragile life is—one moment soaring above the chaos, and the next, returning to the earth in a quiet, feathered embrace. You carried no maps, owned no lands, and asked for nothing but the air beneath your wings. To the fallen traveler: Rest now, away from the storms and the hawks. Rest now, where the shadows are soft and the ground is kind. Rest now, for your long migration is finally over. You may have touched the ground for the last time, but for a moment, you held the entire sky in your reach. "A bird does not sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song." — Maya Angelou Would you like me to adapt this into a shorter, poetic verse or perhaps a social media caption?