Fri, 05/31/2013 - 18:22 -- nchand


United States
41° 58' 15.9852" N, 87° 42' 8.9352" W

Her feathers painted every hue of blue
and her beak sharp to chew even stew.

Though she may have been the size of a child's palm
her strength was equivalent to a nuclear bomb.

Right-to-left she flew soaring for a good bird's-eye view.

At least twice a day she ramned into walls,
but to her it was just her infinite fall.

She guarded the house as a knight,
giving every stranger a fright.

Everyday with her brought me a bundle of joy,
like a child gifted with a new toy.

But when she flew away it was a mournful day,
I cried knowing she would become the world's prey.

My bird, Lola.

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