I cupped the lifeless little body
in my loving hands
incapable of warming it once more
I placed it gently into the shallow hole
which only yesterday
I had compassionately dug
in preparation of his final flight.
Farewell my feathered friend
may favorable winds be to your back
and the evening sun be there to guide you home.

We shall miss your cheerful song___


Copyright (C) 2007 Ted Sheridan

Ted Sheridan

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