My farewell to my Feather Baby

"As I sit and wait for you to come home,
My hearts throbs and shakes like a broken machine.
I am sorry you got out threw the screen,
For real, your young like a teen.
My nerves are shot, shredded like paper.
I've been thinking of you alot today,
And then I seen you in the house inbetween.
Was like a punch to the spleen.
Then you vanished again.
Now wondering if your gonna make'er.
Or if someone gonna take yah.
You may just be a bird,
And at times a turd,
But you were mine....
We were both fine about that, or so I thought.
Both of us had been through alot,
And had a hell of a time at it.
I keep asking myself,
Are you cold ?
Are you hungry ?
I miss you...
Do you miss me ?
I hope so...
I leave the window open nightly,
Hoping its a dream and you be back by morning.
Which in reality is highly unlikely.
Twitching at every noise I hear,
Moving my ass in high gear down the stairs
and out the door,
Only to see and hear emptiness.
Leaving food and water about the yard,
My guilt is over coming,
Now been days since I have heard you chirp,
I ask myself over and over....
Are you alive ?
Have you moved on ?
Has the weather got you ?
Or worse a predator ?
Please come home..
You're my buddy,
I have memory lapses you are gone.
Running upstairs to see you and bring you a treat.
Only realizing you are not there.
My emotions are withdrawn,Always leaving me bawling.
Likely never seeing you again.
I will always wonder how your travels are and always
search while out...
Cheers my little Buddy"

©Rudi Jensen