Two days afore Canary died
atop the dowel perch made he
to beat his wings 'mongst sanctuary.
Such was the portion of his pride.
And beat did he those gracious wings
as if to dream that he were free
aloft a wind swept poetry.
where lush in bloom, Sirocco sings.
At first, aghast that I had seen
in such remembrance of its time
Canary in its awful prime
in awe of its own self esteem.
But thereupon saw I its grace,
as lest with beating wings it rove
beyond all which reason had drove
to whereupon its smiling face
shone victory --- for all is well
and all is as it there will be,
which thus inspired my company
beyond that which we could foretell.
Two days afore Canary's pride
atop the dowel perch made he
to beat his wings 'mongst sanctuary.
Such was the portion --- then he died.
