I figured it out, just a step away, one page at a time, simpler yet was the fact it was always there, just right there, no where far, here near close within my reach, but just beyond my sight. I laughed when found it, it was the funniest thing the tune it played as i felt it, I squeezed it tight, my fist closed around it. That poor bird, damn me if that lil' fella's soul didn't just squish out. I cried then as I watched it all just bleed away, the guts and feces all over my hand, its poor eyes just hanging from its broken scalp, but then it just let out this little squeak, and laughed at me. Then It rose from my hand, up in the sky. I found it once, it was always there, but then I picked it up and it broke.