by Guila Manchester
Dear little eyes
So black and bright,
In that last long sleep
Now closed so tight.
Dear little voice
That will speak no more,
Saying the same words
O'er and o'er.
Dear little feet
Upon my arm;
Having no fear
I will do you harm.
Dear little body
So soft and blue.
Dear little heart
That beat so true.
To a tired old man
You gave your love
Until he was called
To that home above.
Then six years ago
You were brought to me,
And you have been all
That a pet should be.
Sleep little bird,
You are free from pain.
In my heart and my thoughts
You will still remain.
For all your life,
You gave your best.
Sleep little friend,
You have earned your rest.
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