Adventure is not outside man, but within, for you cannot cross the sea by simply staring at the water.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Rest in Peace, KC Bird
Orange cheeked, top-knotted
loving companion and friend
for eight too-brief years.
How you entertained with
newspaper munching and noggin bumping,
sing-song serenades and door-top warbles,
perch-prancing and cage-lapping,
soaring flights and clipped-wing gliding
(followed by floor-waddle return),
your regular souvenirs of
dandruff droppings and shoulder deposits
and nightly fussy 7 pm ruckus
demanding “Bedtime is here!”
Your absence stabs our hearts
as fond memories lighten them,
the finest of all feathered friends,
here but briefly, but forevermore
in our hearts.
Labels:
Family,
In Memorium,
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1 comment:
Thanks,Chuck. Of course, the tears are still streaming down my cheeks but I am so glad that we have a recording of KC's whistling and other antics.
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