A perched parakeet
Sang in a tremulous voice
For all his sorrows
And tears wrapped in his sleeve
His voice echoes through the hall
Humbling prima-donnas
A myth revealed
A folklore unfold
His mistress had left
Unconsciously fled
Perched on another wall
With all the bricks red
She had swollen eyes
And a red beak
It’s the dawn
Of her wayward dreams
Another day another life
A time to bid goodbye
A lover found, a lover lost
A little happiness at grief’s cost
Monday, November 16, 2009
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