the little girl sat on the park bench underneath the cherry blossom tree,
staring down at the cuts down her arms, remembering the times of happieness and glee.
A bird crowed from a branch which under she sat, 
its feathers snowy white, feet a midnight black
its gold eyes looked into hers and made her see a better life.
it was the only one that saved her from the terrifying knife.
its name remained a mystery
but she called it the bird of ice.
- me :))