Nadir

<p>A little black woodpecker had its<br/>beak stuck in the hollow bark of a tree.<br/>It fluttered and twitched hoping for release<br/>all to no avail. Eventually it gave up<br/>knowing that its demise was certain<br/>and after I saw its submission I went out and climbed the<br/>tree and gently pulled it free.<br/>But what happened in the process was that a part of its<br/>beak chipped and remained stuck in the wood.<br/>The bird in fear spasmed and died in my hands; And then<br/>all I could do was weep.<br/>Weep and weep and weep<br/>for I was now the murderer of something that death had already<br/>consumed.<br/>I was no one&rsquo;s saviour. No one&rsquo;s.&nbsp;</p>