My gentle bird, a Goffin be
With a trust unspoken gentle-ee
He leans for comfort and some sleep.
He finds my pain they can not treat.
And dulls it with his gentle beak.
The rhythm of our shared breaths
Brings me peace away from death.
Doctors can’t always find their way
with pills or more bills I pay.
Inside my head I go so deep
on feathers and a caring beak.
It’s then I live above the pain
The pain is dulled and I refrain
from panic and a worried mind
I suffer less and it reminds
me of days when life had ease
no pains knife or “the beast”
The pain is there but seems less
I find joy and why I’m blessed.
As I care for Taz pain refused.
No longer death but life renewed.
And twinkle twinkle little babe
you make me laugh every day.
A clown you are the smile I have,
My life seems better, not as sad.