buddingtwigs
04-18-2013, 03:03 PM
I am always amazed when people fail to see the magnificence in budgies. My Percy was one of the best friends i have ever had and i still cry if i think back to when i lost him. I had him October 1993 to October 1999, but we had such an amazing connection in those years. It is because of him that i fell in love with birds. I went into it knowing NOTHING about birds and i found it to be an intuitive experience. Birds can be so easy to relate to, and are so intelligent and responsive. It was far more rewarding than i ever imagined it could be.
When he was dying, he spent a number of days in the Bird Hosptial, until i picked him up to die at home with me. He died lying cradled in my hands and i carried him around for hours sobbing after he had died. I sat down, still holding him, and wrote about him, to immortalize my friend.
I called it 4 AM, because i slept with his cage by my bed that night and i suddenly woke at 4 AM, and it was as if he waited for me to wake up, because he dropped down off the perch as soon as i woke, and i scooped him up for his final minutes with me.
It was about 4 AM
When I felt a chill inside
Of the empathic struggle
About to be obliged.
Love flowed
Like a drug-
Intoxicating-
As I became a dancer
On a stage in slow motion
Reaching to hold you
That last time
In a movement
Of grace and sympathy.
Our loneliness
Bonds only in waves
Of a divergent rhythm,
As we wait
For our feet to tumble
So slowly to the stage
For the final bow.
When he was dying, he spent a number of days in the Bird Hosptial, until i picked him up to die at home with me. He died lying cradled in my hands and i carried him around for hours sobbing after he had died. I sat down, still holding him, and wrote about him, to immortalize my friend.
I called it 4 AM, because i slept with his cage by my bed that night and i suddenly woke at 4 AM, and it was as if he waited for me to wake up, because he dropped down off the perch as soon as i woke, and i scooped him up for his final minutes with me.
It was about 4 AM
When I felt a chill inside
Of the empathic struggle
About to be obliged.
Love flowed
Like a drug-
Intoxicating-
As I became a dancer
On a stage in slow motion
Reaching to hold you
That last time
In a movement
Of grace and sympathy.
Our loneliness
Bonds only in waves
Of a divergent rhythm,
As we wait
For our feet to tumble
So slowly to the stage
For the final bow.