last
in a jar
at my feet
behind our garden
neath the sky
with the birds
and fat flappy
falling asleep
waking to more treats
you gleefully greet
i loved you as my own, spending my septembers wondering how much you have grown. miss you much as my cockatoo hair. last one tonight. no more bea.
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