Sometimes you feel like you're overflowing
With gallons of things incessantly pouring
Into grossly small cups not fit to hold much
So you fumble for something not unlike a crutch
Your fingers uncoil just to reveal
A wretched little thing beginning to squeal
It's body contorted, gruesome, and mangled
It's face disgustingly bent at odd angles
It wriggles and wreathes in the palm of your hand
Screaming in tongues unknown to man
Unbearable as it is, you cling to it still
Hoping this thing won't later make you ill
When what felt like a grueling eternity had passed
The reeling and squealing had proved not to last
It seemed to have feathers, though few were in sight
Then you realize this thing was meant to take flight
Bringing it close, you begin to understand
The wretched little thing in the palm of your hand
"You can't let it die" you think to yourself
"It just wants a home, if not anything else"
Reluctantly you decide to bring it inside
And show it to your cats, who promptly run to hide
"It's okay little guy," you say with a smile
"Getting used to new things often takes a little while"
Many years went by, and it became a sort of pet
There were even some times when you took it to the vet
As time continued on, like the bird's endless song
Things begin to feel as if it's time to move on
You sense in our heart that something must go
Turning to that thing, you instinctively know
It didn't look so wretched now, a little mangy still
But letting it go meant leaving a whole that you couldn't possibly fill
You thought "Maybe not, maybe it doesn't have to leave"
Yet no matter how many lies were told, none ever brought any ease
"You can't ignore it" you thought to yourself
"You must let it go"
So as much as you dreaded the change to come,
You moved to open the window
The thing, it stared, as if to say "Thank you"
Before turning to the window, it jumped, and it flew
As you watched it leave, you couldn't help but shed a tear
For the time you spent together had been many a year
From that day on, things were different, almost okay
Even better, in a nice and comfortable sort of way
You found your head overflowed nevermore
With the vicious thoughts that had threatened you before
