For Wacko🦜

Little wings that knew the air

Better than we knew our own breath

Wacko,

you were a spark of life

Too bright to ever truly fade.

You filled the house with tiny songs,

Soft chirps that stitched the quiet days

Into something warm,

something gentle,

Something we didn’t know we’d miss this much.

You perched like a heartbeat in the room,

A small,

brave soul in feathered form

Always watching,

always listening,

Always reminding us that joy can be small and still feel big.

And today the air feels heavier,

Like it knows a piece of sky is missing.

But love doesn’t vanish

It settles,

like a feather,

Landing softly in the places

Where memory chooses to rest.

Wacko,

may you soar where the world is endless,

Where the light is kind,

Where there is no pain,

Only open sky and peace.

We’ll look for you in gentle signs

A stray feather,

a sudden quiet,

A warmth we can’t explain

And we’ll know you’re still near,

Just flying differently now.