So beauteously you sang
on bush and tree
then something weaselled
around on paws - soft-footed
arousing somebodies curiosity
your nightmare caught ye
played soft and interested
on the floor artlessly
and let you go around in circles
until dying breath braved
sorrowing
I write for you a Requiem
by your leave and
with a feather of yours.
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