A Parakeet Named Piruki Poem by White Tiger

In a cardboard box, I found him all alone
And put him in a cage, which was now his new home
He seemed to know, that I saved his life
From dying in the cold, paying the ultimate price
He quickly adjusted, to his humble abode
Staring at me, he whistled, as if using a code
I would leave the cage open, so he could feel quite free
He would perch on the wire, to absorb what he could see
Eventually he would fly, in and out of his cage
Somedays he flew happy, others in a rage
I named him Piruki, for his whistle sounded so
His calls attracted many birds, who would stop by, look and go
Then one day I went out and got him a date
He felt shy at first, but then made her his mate
They lived happily together, until one day she sighed
Then died on the floor below, as he silently cried
From that day on, he became sick
He would try to eat, but barely pick
I knew he was mourning, in his own special way
And after burrying his mate, he was sadder each day
One day I found him, cold as can be
Died next to the picture I took, when both were free.


C. Vergara
12.13.2008