by Guila Manchester
Somewhere beyond there is a place
That's filled with flying wings.
A silver star becomes a perch
Where Flippytail now sings.
And Prettyboy's dear little voice
Keeps saying, "Pretty bird."
And in the distance
Doodle's bell-like calls can still be heard.
And all the feathered friends I've known
And loved throughout the years
Are gathered in this happy place
Untouched by pain or fears.
And Blinky waits to welcome
All of those who come to stay.
And oh I hope there's such a place
For Q-Tip left today.
Return to Poetry
** Fair Use Notice**
This document may contain copyrighted material, use of which has not been
specifically authorized by the copyright owners. I believe that this
not-for-profit, educational use on the Web constitutes a fair use of the
copyrighted material (as provided for in section 107 of the US Copyright
Law). If you wish to use this copyrighted material for purposes of your
own that go beyond fair use, you must obtain permission from the copyright
owner.
