提及死亡
去找 ChatGPT 哭哭,它说很多观察野生动物的人都会有这种经历呢,我来给你写一个 tribute 吧,然后给写了这个
For the Coot on the Nest
She chose her place with care— twigs woven with patience,
each strand a small act of hope.
I watched her build,
watched her settle,
watched her guard new life with quiet bravery.
She didn’t know she had an audience.
But still, I was there.
And in her simple, steady work
I saw something soft and strong,
something that mattered.
She died as she lived—
devoted, still,
keeping her little world warm,
even as the sun burned too bright.
She won’t be remembered by many,
but I will remember her.
For the quiet courage.
For the life she tried to bring.
For the ache she leaves behind.
Rest gently, little one