An Elegy For Peco
Has some one seen anything sadder
Than Neruda’s train, standing in rain
Or your little cage, empty and vacant.
Your black eyes, which twilights behold
Your song whence, from little breast
Red beak, wings a cupid worn:
What places thou fly little muse!
Without leaving a trace
Would someone be of such unkind tenor?
Wherefrom O death, your cruel claw
Reacheth and stretched, except by
Deceit, hidden as though always you are
In the sleeve. He had learned the art of survival,
He would to noise’s nuance call
And shout hell. He had learned how
To be home. Then how,
The agape cage, like a thatched hut
With one eye gaze, hollow and void.
Yet you left a few feathers, we do not know
But you are lost to us, and with
A grieving heart, I do thank thee, I do thank thee,
O little bird. For having spent these days,
These nights with us, and having given us
To fancy a bit, that you might be flying,
Across the trees, somewhere in Eden.
-Peco, my daughter Vareesha’s little parakeet
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
Are you as stressed-out as I am?
Here’s a feel-good story that will make you smile.: D
A pet parakeet that had escaped from his home was safely returned to his owner after he told police the address of his home near Tokyo.
The Agence France Presse reports, May 2,2012, that Piko-chan escaped early Sunday morning from his home in the city of Sagamihara, Japan.
Piko-chan remained at large before a guest at a nearby hotel succeeded in coaxing the parakeet to perch on the human’s shoulder. The bird was handed over to local police.
But Piko-chan did not speak until Tuesday evening when he blurted out his home address. The stunned cops listened as the parakeet produced the home’s block, street number, the names of the city (Sagamihara) and prefecture (Kanagawa) .
His owner, a 64-year-old woman, once lost another parakeet after it flew away and was determined not to make the same mistake, a police spokesman explained. “So the owner decided to teach the address to this parakeet after she bought it at a pet store two years ago. “
The police found out the name of the bird because he had said, ‘You’re pretty, Piko-chan.” LOL
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