I wrote a poem about my baby bird, Sora, that just died...it was hard for me to get my feelings in check... so here it goes...
I found you laying there helplessly...
I took you in and treated you as my baby
and you treated me as your mother
When you saw me, you chriped in delight
When I kissed your fuzzy head, you tried to kiss back
When I attempted to speak to you in bird, you talked back
You needed me and I needed you, and I loved that feeling of me holding you asleep on my hand, chriping in content
Whenever I left you dodnt want me to go...
Then I found you dying, and I couldn't help you...
I banged my fists against the wall, kicked the desk, and cried to God
But nothing stopped your death; you died in my hands....
Sora, I loved you so much and I miss you, but at least now you can fly amongst the sky...
 Neonasaurus · Wed Jun 06, 2007 @ 01:32am · 2 Comments |
