The world of no good

wanna have a fun life, travel, and see different cultures.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

To my little cocorita

Cocorita, my little princess,
the petite bird in the skies.
Blithe and cute, and simply blessed,
a spirit that never dies.

Never shackled, never cringing,
one of varied hues.
Seldom ired, always singing
to pay your worldly dues.

Budgerigar, the english talk,
misses the lilt, you've had.
Now, there is the cage and lock,
it just makes me sad.

Fly free, feel the breeze,
let the wind kiss you.
Smile again, be a tease,
sing a song anew.


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