You poor little bird
Lost from the herd

You loved to chirp
and It was so cute
If you were mortal you'd also burp

In uncharted territory you once were
You fell to the ground into the turd
but it didn't stop you from flying around
You cheerfulness annoyed those around

You fled for your home in the skies
and that is when you died
Hit your head on the Ice wall

uncounsious you were for a long while
Crawled and thrashed for a mile

before you closed your eyes
and they never again did you fly


J.C


Penned by my hand on the 9th of Ios, in the year 248 MA.