My Little Bird
by Carly GayleMy little bird, she was a
parakeet.
So happy like a kid at Christmas,
So soft, so eager, she brought
me joy, she loved me.
My little bird, she didn't know what would happen to
her soon.
One day my little bird got sick. I thought it was
A cold (they
get them all the time) so I was not too scared.
But then it got worse. She
wouldn't eat,
She shivered, she lost her spark.
My little bird, she
didn't know what was about to happen.
Right then my little bird was very
sick.
She couldn't move at all. So scared,
Like a criminal whose fate was
about to be decided,
And there wasn't a good chance.
Unlike a criminal,
she did not deserve her fate.
At the emergency vet they were
sympathetic,
But there was not a thing they could do for her.
My little
bird, she didn't know what was happening.
That night, my little bird, I held
her in the dark,
Paralyzed, about to go and leave this world forever.
She
screamed a scream of pain, loneliness, longing,
And despair, and she went
limp.
My little bird, she didn't know what had happened.
I couldn't think.
My little bird, so soft, so eager
Who brought me joy, who loved me,
Was no
more here but somewhere else I didn't know.
I cried for all the time we would
not,
Could not spend together anymore.
She is gone, but not where it
counts.
I search my memories and there she is.
I see her and her love and
I smile.
Her tiny heart still beats strong inside mine, my little
bird.
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Last updated on Friday, April 18, 2008.
