Kentuckienne
Supporting Vendor
- Oct 9, 2016
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- Parrots
- Roommates include Gus, Blue and gold macaw rescue and Coco, secondhand amazon
This is a good poem to share right now. I wish I had written it.
A BIRDS LIFE
I sat in a cage in a busy pet store.
Whose employees saw me as just one more chore.
I was bought by a family and brought to their home.
They played with me daily I was never alone.
Then came the baby and mommies too tired.
No time for the birdie, and daddy got fired.
For a time I can handle it, for it couldn't last?
Then out of the blue, came a traumatic blast.
I was torn from my home, I was given away.
Take care of the birdie was all they could say.
My new home is scary, in time I'd adjust.
But it didn't last long enough, my hopes were a bust.
And so I was sold to someone with kids.
But they left for college, now I'm up for bids.
I had new owners, who were husband and wife.
They yell and they scream and I fear for my life.
Then one day it happened, the mean one hit me.
This is exactly how I feared things would be.
I tried to be quiet and I tried to be good.
I hoped they would treat me the way that they should.
No longer that trusting, I'm afraid can't you see.
I bit into the hand of the one who hurt me.
Another new place where I just want to die.
They want me to breed, but why should I try.
This is my life, I'm a throwaway bird.
Our numbers are many as I'm sure you have heard.
I'd tell you my name, but that’s way in the past.
It's been 20 long years since I heard it last.
I'm at the end of my life, too young you may say.
But my journey was hard; I'm too broken to stay.
I wrote this poem in loving memory of all the birds that have lived and died the life of a throwaway bird. - Alison Schofield
A BIRDS LIFE
I sat in a cage in a busy pet store.
Whose employees saw me as just one more chore.
I was bought by a family and brought to their home.
They played with me daily I was never alone.
Then came the baby and mommies too tired.
No time for the birdie, and daddy got fired.
For a time I can handle it, for it couldn't last?
Then out of the blue, came a traumatic blast.
I was torn from my home, I was given away.
Take care of the birdie was all they could say.
My new home is scary, in time I'd adjust.
But it didn't last long enough, my hopes were a bust.
And so I was sold to someone with kids.
But they left for college, now I'm up for bids.
I had new owners, who were husband and wife.
They yell and they scream and I fear for my life.
Then one day it happened, the mean one hit me.
This is exactly how I feared things would be.
I tried to be quiet and I tried to be good.
I hoped they would treat me the way that they should.
No longer that trusting, I'm afraid can't you see.
I bit into the hand of the one who hurt me.
Another new place where I just want to die.
They want me to breed, but why should I try.
This is my life, I'm a throwaway bird.
Our numbers are many as I'm sure you have heard.
I'd tell you my name, but that’s way in the past.
It's been 20 long years since I heard it last.
I'm at the end of my life, too young you may say.
But my journey was hard; I'm too broken to stay.
I wrote this poem in loving memory of all the birds that have lived and died the life of a throwaway bird. - Alison Schofield