Ode To The Budgerigar


Sometimes I feel really rotten
Like someone’s dumped me in a moat
And all the world’s against me
I cut and bruise and they gloat
When I climb out of that well of hell
The viscous brown liquid drips along
Every soul I meet frowns in disgust
Piercing glances that left me forlorn
But then there was this turquoise bird
Who flew by me and took a perch
Upon my soggy, muddy shoulder
He jogged up the slimy hill
And nestled in the curve of my nape
He then gave me a peck on my cheek
Despite all the sludge that draped
I looked into his little crimson eyes
And I found clear streams of love and joy
The budgie may be but little
But his care cleansed and freed me
From the shackles of hate in life.

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Semi-sweet and a little nutty. Introverted, socially awkward, but still easy-going and loves penning short legacies in poetry. Big on all things red, and passionate about music. Down-to-earth and enjoys short walks in mother nature's embrace. Smile people, today's going to be a great day. Try stuff you've never tried, go places, venture abroad and live a life you will remember.
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