May Ruffle Feathers Anonymous

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 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