I heard a poem read out at a funeral and I'm not sure of the details
but I seem to remember the narrator walking down a lane and finding an
injured bird, possibly with a broken wing.  He holds the bird and I
think that as he is looking at other birds in the sky the injured bird
dies in his hands.  I think he describes the bird as a 'she' and
refers to her as 'my bird with a broken wing' but I'm not certain.  It
was a very moving poem in the circumstances and I'd love to find it.

Here is a poem about the death of a baby bird:

http://oldpoetry.com/Poem/548215

Thanks pink, it's quite different to the one I remember (more
sentimental) but a lovely poem and a good site, thanks!