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a canary flying throug the air,was glad for the bautiful;sometimes, perched on treetops.singing his did not feel the passage of time, one accasion i lost track of its flight;disoriented is it in a tree and look desolation, sadness, and not having the strength to sing. decided tomove away from that place;so sad and desolate flew a but few seconds began to fall as much putrefaction;their yellow wings before,started to be dirty and pollute a putrid odor.unable to follow his flight,an stunned by the putrid odor;fell to the ground, a cat who would ocasionally drop by, i take away all the putrefaction of the wings turning yellow, cured,food,and when the canary decided felt to follow his flight ,reptored.suddenly an without warning, the cat hit him so hard that he broke a wing, the canary defenselles, dased, sore from the blow i look into his eyes and looked over. the cat devoured ti without remorse.,



p.d. not all dirty you is your enemy and not all that you clean is your friend.