tweety

tweety bird, long been flying
little canary tired and sleepy
eyelids and wings feel as heavy
as white snow in a winter's rain.

tweety bird, come down descending
the ground offers a resting place
shelter is far and the day is late
in dreams there may be a ride home.

tweety bird, in silence sleeping
dreaming of granny's soothing ways
and the good canary food lays
waiting for tweety's little bites.

tweety bird, in the night snoring
not alone in the grip of hunger
cannot see much in this nowhere
much less sylvester's silver paws.

tweety bird, in death cries crying
but in nowhere, nobody hears you
in the here, cartoons don't rule
no young to make GP of this for.

tweety bird, violently shaking
yellow feathers in canary blood
and all canary bones shatter loud
tomorrow, tweety bird is catsh**.

2000.dec.14