[ WP ] An animal ( bird , stray cat , bug ) witnesses an execution .

I sung with my friends. 
 
 Wordless songs, songs of joy, songs of hatred, songs of misery, songs of laughter. We sung and we sung and we watched the world listen. 
 
 On a quiet day in August we sung but the world did not listen. 
 
 His friends sung a magnificent song to the clearing, one lauding the sunny and crisp autumn day. The trees stirred as the birds whistled, light bounced playfully along the grass as it twitched restlessly. A short, stout beast waddled through the trees with a similarly stout yet tall one behind him, holding the other end of a beast-shaped bag. 
 
 `` You done it now, boy. Oh! You really done it!'' spoke the stout beast. I tilted my head to get a clearer view through the sparse leaves behind which I was perched. 
 
 `` I did n't mean ta''' spoke the tall one, `` I did n't mean ta''' he repeated. The duo placed the dark beast-bag upon the bright grass. A cloud made the light flee the clearing. 
 
 `` Oh, I know you did n't mean ta'.'S just that we was doin' so well'' replied the smaller, `` *I* was doin' so well.'' 
 
 The small beast grabbed two metal rods from the bag. I sung a song of curiosity regarding the men, for I knew not if I should be fearful. 
 
 `` Just git diggin''' said the short beast. 
 
 The two beast grunted and labored for hours while I sung again of joy for the sun had left its hiding place. Mounds of grass had been disturbed by the labor of the beasts. After a hole had been dug, the beasts poured a limp beast inside. They then begun filling the hole again with the displaced grass and dirt. 
 
 While they filled a hole, I again sung a song of curiosity, as I had heard another rustling a fair bit ago and had been staring at a very small beast who had watched the two beasts labor. The smallest beast moved a bit and stirred the brush upon which he was sitting. 
 
 `` Was that?'' asked the largest beast. 
 
 `` What?'' asked the stout. 
 
 The largest beast waited not for a response, and rather moved towards the small observing beast. The small must have been startled by the large's motions, as he attempted to sprint away from the scene but was quickly grabbed in one hand of the big beast. 
 
 `` Sheet!'' shouted the stout beast, `` what'd ya see, boy?'' 
 
 `` I di n't see nothin'!'' cried the small. 
 
 `` The fuck't you see, boy?!'' screamed the stout. 
 
 `` I swear, I ai n't seent nothin'!'' repeated the small as his lips grew larger and as droplets formed around his eyes. 
 
 My friends and I begun a chorus of suspense and fear. 
 
 `` God damnit'' swore the stout. `` God fuckin' damnit'' he repeated. `` Drag'im over ta the clearin''' said the stout to the large. 
 
 The large dragged the small amid protests from the small and the repetition of `` I di n't see nothin'!'' 
 
 `` Boy,'' said the stout, calmly, `` look me in tha eye.'' The small complied. 
 
 The stout raised a metal object towards the head of the small. The small screamed no as loud as he could and the world stood still. The world awoke with a bang from the metal object. My friends all fled their trees and swirled aimlessly in the skies yet I remained, beginning a song of melancholy to meet the red of death pouring from the small. 
 
 `` Dig another hole'' said the stout, `` I'll make watch ta be sure no one else sees nothin'.'' 
 
 The large began displacing more grass as my friends joined me in a chorus of sweet melancholy.
