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Monday, November 29, 2010

Poem 47: Fine Feathered Friend (In memory of the bird on the doorstep)

Fine feathered friend you once flew for me
in yonder sky so blue.
Carried by currents of blissful winds
you wondered the world through.

Fine fluffy friend you once purred for me
echoing thankfulness sounds.
Rubbing, caressing, you meowed so sweet
reminding me that love abounds.

Fine feathered friend you once sung for me
perched high on branches near.
Melodies, harmonies, tunes of all kinds
you whistled for listening ears.

Fine fluffy friend you once danced for me
chasing each feather that flew.
Attached to a string I commanded its path
each bounding brought laughter anew.

Fluffy and feathered friends, now you've met
caught up in nature's design.
Perhaps if you'd met on more friendly terms
my birdie would still be alive.

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