Chickadeedeedee
Well-known member
Our dear mini-Maurice, the Song Sparrow, has died over night. He had been bright, happy, playful in the days before and as always loved a good soaking bath after eating. He was unable to fly because of arthritic changes in his wings but was very adept at running and bouncing effortlessly from branch to branch.
He did periodically have seizures which lasted from 3-5 seconds. No doubt this was the result of the initial trauma that brought him to me. We speculate he had a prolonged seizure and died as a result as there were no other health problems. Mini-Maurice was a little round to the end.
I can only imagine he did dream to be able to fly. To one day be free.
From Trans Siberian Orchestra ... "Dreams We Conceive"
In a city
After midnight
Neath the halo
Of a street light
Where the dreams die
As the blood dries
On the wounds we keep hidden from
View
In the safety
Of this darkness
As it hides all
Time has tarnished
The forbidden
Unforgiven
Are we secure here where no-one
Pursues
But the night fades away
And gives way to the day
For what else is the night to do
As the dark steps aside
With the hopes we confide
And never believes
That the dreams we conceived
Would ever
Not ever come true
Is life different
After midnight
With its new dawn
And its new light
Inconsistent
And indifferent
To the things
We were so sure we knew
As you stood there
In the night air
With such beauty
That the stars stared
From their distance
You were different
Like a dream
That no-one could refuse
But the night fades away
And gives way to the day
For what else is
The night to do
As the dark steps aside
With the hopes we confide
And never believes
That the dreams we conceived
Would ever
Not ever come true
As you stand all
Alone at your station
What if God doesn't
Know where you are
As you send out your
Prayers for salvation
But afraid that
They don't go that far
So you wait all
Alone in your darkness
There's a train that drives on
Through the night
And if everyone's
On it except us
Would it return for
That single life
In a city
After midnight
Neath the halo
Of a street light
Don't be afraid my little friend. Your dreams have come true. You are free.
He did periodically have seizures which lasted from 3-5 seconds. No doubt this was the result of the initial trauma that brought him to me. We speculate he had a prolonged seizure and died as a result as there were no other health problems. Mini-Maurice was a little round to the end.
I can only imagine he did dream to be able to fly. To one day be free.
From Trans Siberian Orchestra ... "Dreams We Conceive"
In a city
After midnight
Neath the halo
Of a street light
Where the dreams die
As the blood dries
On the wounds we keep hidden from
View
In the safety
Of this darkness
As it hides all
Time has tarnished
The forbidden
Unforgiven
Are we secure here where no-one
Pursues
But the night fades away
And gives way to the day
For what else is the night to do
As the dark steps aside
With the hopes we confide
And never believes
That the dreams we conceived
Would ever
Not ever come true
Is life different
After midnight
With its new dawn
And its new light
Inconsistent
And indifferent
To the things
We were so sure we knew
As you stood there
In the night air
With such beauty
That the stars stared
From their distance
You were different
Like a dream
That no-one could refuse
But the night fades away
And gives way to the day
For what else is
The night to do
As the dark steps aside
With the hopes we confide
And never believes
That the dreams we conceived
Would ever
Not ever come true
As you stand all
Alone at your station
What if God doesn't
Know where you are
As you send out your
Prayers for salvation
But afraid that
They don't go that far
So you wait all
Alone in your darkness
There's a train that drives on
Through the night
And if everyone's
On it except us
Would it return for
That single life
In a city
After midnight
Neath the halo
Of a street light
Don't be afraid my little friend. Your dreams have come true. You are free.
