I cupped the lifeless little body <br />in my loving hands <br />incapable of warming it once more <br />I placed it gently into the shallow hole <br />which only yesterday <br />I had compassionately dug <br />in preparation of his final flight. <br />Farewell my feathered friend <br />may favorable winds be to your back <br />and the evening sun be there to guide you home. <br /> <br />We shall miss your cheerful song___ <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright (C) 2007 Ted Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-of-a-songbird/
