Sunday, October 22, 2006
Campout the Bird
This was my bird but now he's gone.
His life fell short...just before dawn.
Ben awoke and out of a deep, deep sleep
when fluttering and flapping but not a peep
did come from our bird so quiet and still.
What have we done? A bird, did we kill?
His normal habits were hissing and pooping
So such disturbance led Ben to some snooping
He searched around for some other source
but what he found led him to deep remorse
The noises had quieted because... it was dead.
Poor Campy was jammed in the corner on it's head.
What did we do? Or what did we not?
All we know now is an empty cage, we got!
Amen. And Amen.
God rest his soul...