Mr. Whistle is dead

did i love

my yellow parakeet,

Mr. Whistle, who's currently

lying dead

on yesterdays

news in his cage?

i wouldn't call

it love exactly, but

we found

a middle ground,

of mild

affection,

of being mutually

amused.

sometimes grief lasts

just a day,

and we endure 

a very mild case

of the blues.