Lavender - assorted poetry

cloudy

It was the first time 

she had ever felt pain

like this.

A feathery-bird shaped hole

spread it's way across her

heart.

He fell asleep and forgot

to wake,

but she kept sleeping and waking,

hoping she would wake up

from this

horrible reality where he

was not.

They were tarred and feathered,

as it was said,

but he was feathered

and she was scarred.

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So just in case you were wondering what this poem was about if you don't know me or we aren't very close, in late 2016, my family got a bird for my sister's birthday, named Cloudy, and just under a year after we got him, he got very ill and passed away. It was the first time I had ever lost a loved one, or a pet and it was a really awful time and I wasn't in a very good place when I wrote this poem about his death, but I thought I'd share it because I do like it a bit. 

R.I.P Cloudy 

November 2016 - September 2017