Ode To the Canary Bird

Isn't it strange? That death can clip away the canary? Canary's tales- One might cease to wonder! Death, why thou smile? Only of transformation, Have you perfected! But can the memoirs be cast away? All birds know its beauty, All Lords know its strength! Strength in making many miss, Sorrow, fear, yet, a forlorn look. Who shall sound the note? Who shall say more of the canary than its deeds! Canary's wings; now a sight of old, Canary's voice; a slight hammer when remembered. Tell tales of the canary, She has only changed it form! Parrots! Doves! Humming birds! Eagles and its hosts, pay tributes Bravehearts smile aside your lay, Strong ones share your tales, For death; rejoiceth, Knowing not, a transformation done! I fear not for transformation, I fear not for th cold wings of sly While I cease not to ponder, Like men of days, Death; be not proud, yet, An indispensable ally.