From 2 weeks old
A featherless lump
Hand raised and loved
You grew quite plump.
Loud, you were
With every call
But friendly and squishy
You’d never fall.
Anyone could pet you
Well unless they poked your cage
But still a good little guy
Never showing rage.
Shiny feathers
Active life
Always happy
Never a Strife.
But the time came soon
At 14 years young
But still you kept fighting
Though life itself has flung.
Through two strokes
And Seizures all the same
You would get better
And continue life’s game.
But I could see the weariness
In you’re gentle eyes
I knew it was time
And had to say my goodbyes.
Even though you were passing
You kept trying to go on
I commend you little bird
And you’ll never be gone.
As I watched you take your last breath
Laying in a warm light at the bottom of your cage
I just wanted to tell you I loved you
It’s time now, Go on, Turn that page.
You weft little bird prints
In so many hearts
And even with departure,
We’ll never be apart.
Always and Forever,
| Peepers |
| 11, Nov 2011 |
| Joyce Mackney |