Chato

The first time I got a finch I was disappointed,

By the size it was appointed,

It was small like a mouse,

And I was sad I couldn’t let it fly around the house,

I named the bird Chato because it was nervy,

But then I found out that his name meant short nose, boy did I have things around topsy turvy ,

My finch was small,

Not at all tall,

He had a short orange beak,

And the same color was on his cheeks,

But when he passed away,

 I was no longer gay,

He was in heaven now,

And not reborn as a sow,

His chirp sounded like a tiny machine gun,

And it made me happy like the sun,

He was the cutest little bird I knew,

And now he’s gone like how the wind blew.

When I hear a bird in the sky,

I think of Chato flying up high.