Charlie Bird

Poem By Sam Reno

My wife had a male canary
Just as bright as he could be.
He'd sing and call, and yell at you
Wherever you might be.
He sang solo all his life
His songs gave a special thrill.
He could always make your day
With a brilliant warbling trill.
His name was simply Charlie Bird.
His feathers: white and yellow.
His mood was always full of joy.
He was a very happy fellow.
One day Charlie started shaking,
And he could no longer sing.
We tried new herbs and medicines,
But he never flapped a wing.
Then one day he looked at me.
I knew what he tried to say.
He wasn't long for this old world,
And he died that very day.
He laid out flat upon his back;
A soldier's stance: head high.
Back-braced he lay: legs down straight.
Now only his soul could fly.
He didn't have any babies,
And he never had a mate,
But he gave us timeless happiness;
On that we can't debate.
Now Charlie Bird is a memory,
And still we miss him so.
Now he's buried, high on a hill,
Where the misty wild-winds blow.

Comments about Charlie Bird

I met Charlie bird when I was visiting Norval and Phong at the OPD compound in Taif Saudia Arabia. The bird was always singing....when it sang too much, when company was visiting, phong would cover the cage with a cloth. Norval O. Johnson was and is Sam Reno. He died and is buried in Texas. Thanks to all....we loved him..William Dees from N.C.

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