Korky

This poor little fellow,
Had become outgrown,
He lived the last two years,
On a porch all alone.
His songs had ceased,
Words he no longer spoke,
Became just a fixture,
To be fed and cleaned.
Then I got this call,
From someone who knew,
I had a weak spot,
For a poor unwanted winged friend.
Plans were made,
For his new home,
To come to us,
And leave his past behind.
The surprise came,
As he came through the door,
He spotted his love,
From across the room.
We whistled and chirped,
And played his tunes,
His words so clear,
To the one he found.
"Korky is a good boy,"
"I love Korky,"
Not once or twice,
But several times.
The person who had delivered him,
Was in such a shock,
"He has not made a sound,
In nearly two years."
What had gotten his heart,
Was another new member.
She came to us,
At first just to visit.
Then after this union,
She would have to stay.
In less than two weeks,
These little love birds,
Could not be parted.
Very uncommon I have been told,
Birds so late in life,
To mate with another,
They had never known.
Yet there was this instant bond,
Such a special pair they soon came.
Now Korky is happy,
Someone he must protect,
Someone to care for,
Someone to love.

GravyDave © August 1998 Return To Home Page Return To "Kids" Page