Our cage held ten, until tonight
When ten turned into nine
The hue of black upon its back, reflecting light's white shine
I wasn't there, to see the pain
But sister said it died in vain,
Blood soaked, the velvet cape draped on its life
Reminds me of how yesterday,
The ten was really one,
Then one was two, and two was ten, and ten was quite a few
And when our house became a zoo
Of squawks
And laughter
Song
And all of life is met with death
A parakeet is no exception
Though its yellow sight
Turned black
Was not addressed in plain affection
And now it lays,
In frozen ground
Beneath Mamossa Central
With hamster friends, decayed and gone,
It's home,
A Kroger cream cheese box
"To kill a parakeet,"
I think
And know that all i do is mock.
5 comments:
:( one of your parakeets died? i'm sorry. i do like your poem though. i don't think its complete mockery of it, though. maybe i'm reading it wrong, but i see it a little differently than mockery.
it's not really mockery. But I feel like it isn't sincere enough to be anything but some sort of mockery, in that the bird itself was nameless, one of ten. It didn't really even have a place in my heart, yet i wrote a poem on it. I didn't want the poem to be a lie, so i admitted I'm not being 100 percent whole hearted. Also, the mockery is also referring to the spin off of "to kill a mocking bird," and I suppose even "the death of a salesman." Guess I was simply feeling a little bit literature-y, not that there's any deeper meaning to that
ya, i know. but i think i can understand because a lot of the time, unless you've known an animal for a very long time or there is only one of it, its hard to feel a really close connection to it like we do with people. its still sad when they die, but its not the same, and you can't force yourself into grieving over something like this because thats not right either. i think your response was appropriate. and thats why it doesn't really feel like mockery to me. but yes, i did catch those allusions when i read it.
well, when and if (yeah, yeah, I know it's a when) my guinipig dies, i'll probably be much more trouble cuz i love timothy so much. but he has a while to go, luckily
exactly. you've had him for a long time, and hes more personalized because theres only one of him.
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