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write about a bird dying mid-flight

The sky was a bright and beautiful blue as the bird soared through the air, its wings gliding effortlessly through the wind. It was a young bird, full of energy and life, and it relished the feeling of freedom that came with flight.

But as the bird reached the peak of its ascent, it suddenly felt a sharp pain in its chest. It tried to flap its wings, but they felt heavy and unresponsive. Panic set in as the bird realized that it was falling, plummeting towards the ground at an alarming rate.

As it fell, the bird thought about its life and all the things it had yet to experience. It thought about the nest it had left behind and the family it would never see again. It thought about the vast and beautiful world that it would never get to explore.

And then, with a soft thud, the bird hit the ground and its life came to an end. It was a sudden and tragic end, but the bird had lived a good life and had known the joy of flight. It was a small comfort as it lay on the ground, its bright and vibrant life extinguished.