May Ruffle Feathers
(Based Upon A Special Story) By Anonymous Like a phoenix, He rose from the ashes Molten snow falling from his back Looks of shock encapsulating him From every angle Oh, how they cried. Why were they not elated, At his impromptu resurgence? He had brought them love, joy, and Moments of Celebration Why now, When he loved them most Were they cowering away? He couldn’t sing, That must be why. They must be confused They were used to his Alto, his chirp His little hums
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His melody Was so precious How had they ever coped without it? Oh yes, he recalls How upset they were By his departure They pushed his corpse Into the darkness That was so lonely Yet so loud Filled with screams And pleas for death They called it “protocol” Because that dark hole Had committed the worst of sins But it was not a cruel hole Just a boy Who missed his glee And he was not a phoenix Just a bird Who wished to sing
