My Favorite Bird Poem by Conúil Duffy

I did not beleive in perfection,
but some thing are too true.
How could I have known perfection
without knowing you?

Once you did soar
but here you are,
you soar no more
and you could've went far.

Are you now beautifully dead?
Havr you head your full?
or are you just in bed
soon to take up again your tools?

There was so much life in you,
now it appears gone.
Your life appears to be through
with luck i am wrong.