Cricket, My Baby - Poem by Kelly Zion
A cricket in the nest,
a baby cockatiel
You wouldn't have been born
if I hadn't rescued Birdo,
Oh, my baby cricket,
I helped raise you,
oh, I can see you,
dancing to a Reba song
flying on your own.
Oh, Birdi flew away
when you moved into your own cage
and Birdo loved you guys so much,
he kept sitting on the rotten eggs
because his wings were weak
and he couldn't fly away.
Oh, you had to have your cage outside
when we moved to a different place
but I came over every day
to feed you and Para and Keetsy
(and of course Birdo and Frank)
and when I gave you guys away,
I got two more Cricket, My Babies
but they were never as cute
(or maybe they were cuter)
they reminded me of you
and I missed you so much
but I gave them away too
I guess you can't go back.
Oh, your silky feathers on your head
I remember when they first began
little baby feathers
and how from the color of your mama
you found your 'true colors'
you grew up just like your daddy
(but of course much sweeter)
Cricket, My Baby
I still miss you.
I have a picture on my Facebook
of me kissing the top of your head
I wonder if you remember me at all,
you know, you'll always be my Cricket.
Oh, my aviary won't be any good
with a thousand lorikeets
and parakeets and cockatoos
(And cockatiels and lovebirds)
but it won't be you
flying on the fake willow tree
it will never be the same without you,
Cricket, My Baby.
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