a bird has gone up and died

Today, I saw the beauty of death. The image will never leave my mind.
Today a bird flew in my house, so feeble and kind.
He left a present in my front door.
a dying whore.
she looked at me asking me to save her.
But I simply didn't care.
The bird had me hypnotised
I couldn't run away, stuck like Christ.
I shot the bird and he died