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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In loving memory of Silly The ominous clouds brew, icy darkness looms, Evil cackle flashes sparks of its menacing fangs, Sinking them deep into my soft yellow downy, Yanking me apart, leaving me naked and lonely. I shiver, tremble and chatter. Mama, mama, where have you been? I look at my nest up in the tree, Mama, mama, why did you leave me? Gnarled tree branches snatched away my home, Clawing, ripping and towering tall over me, The fall - blurred vision of trees, terror painfully gnaws, Now, only, cold and numbness as I cannot feel my claws. I inch forward slowly to find a worm. Mama would have picked some for me. But now, I scarce can see no hope, The bittersweet taste of the worm makes me choke. Suddenly, I find I am nestled in a little girl's hands. The slightest tinge of warmth delights me, Gently, she ruffles through my scarce feathers, Puffing up, I brace the changing weather. The pungent smell of the rain stings my nostrils, I chirp helplessly in disgust, Tears from the sky pelt on me, lashing out angrily, I retreat, sink back in, and cry along silently. Her home smells of fresh toast, Mine smells of juicy worms, but I settle in anyway. The fall has crushed my feet in its cruel hands, My feet are broken, I cannot stand. For the next few hours, I wallow in misery. She knows nothing about my agonising pain, But fits me into a sock to keep me warm, As I listen to the sighing trees mourn. The sock begins to feel cold and icy, I try to swallow the slimy papaya she mushed, But in my throat, the concoction swells and becomes thicker, Burning sensation, daylight flickers. I shiver, tremble and chatter. Mama, mama, where have you been? The rain distorts my view of my tree, Mama, mama, why did you leave me? Mama...... You guaranteed my freedom one day You never said the price I had to pay To never see another sun ray Mama...... If my life were a thread, it would now have frayed What little daylight I saw had become grey And as I cuddled up and started to pray Mama...... I became an angel today.
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