Contained not by your cage, you chewed as many doors as you pleased, until we left your cage open.
Living in your townhouse on a hill by the kitchen, you were never neglected.
Never unfed, never lonely... you had it SO bad.
Always busy building your nest, never perfect, always making it better, making the best.
Curious you watched us, swaying to and fro.
You will never be missed.
But its your time to go.
- Parker Stephenson.
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