by Michael Groetsch

Found your feathered body

Lifeless on the ground,

No longer will you sing

And share your pretty sound,

You came to me each  day

Near the sunroom door,

Waiting to be seen and fed

Perhaps a little more.

You became my secret friend

Shared a special bond,

Loved to watch you sing and play

Near the little pond,

You left me with a sense of loss

Perhaps a little more,

I’ll never hear your song again

Near the sunroom door.