Pippi was my baby, Pippi was my feathered friend, but mainly Pippi was mine, and I loved her.
Pippi a fledgling Mockingbird flew in to my heart when we found her on the road abandoned. I took her in and cared for her, I loved her. I would take her out of her cage and call her and she would come to me, she would snuggle up against my leg, and I knew I loved her. She was always hungry, always wanted to play, and always wanted me, but, I always loved her.
On June 9th around 1:45 I went to feed her, I didn't hear her but, outside was loud with lawnmowers. I brought my camera to take pictures of her. I walked over placed my camera down, and looked in to her leafy box. (I covered the floor of her box with leaves so she would feel like she was in a tree, I did that because I loved her.) I looked inside, she was in the corner for a split second i didn't know, for a split second I said "hey pippi". Then I looked at her longer, then she didn't respond, then I knew. I knew she was gone but I didn't want to, I picked her up, I called her, I even said I was sorry. I placed her back in her box the way I found her. For a second I didn't know what to do, what to say, but mainly what to think, I didn't want my baby to be gone, because I loved her.
Now I sit here thinking about her, thinking about the last thing Pippi and I did. I was playing with her and watching her walk around, and she came up to me, and hopped in my lap, and I said while petting her "I Love you Pippy." Then she rubbed her beck across my leg, and even then I knew she said "I love you" right back.
I will miss her very much, I will miss her in my lap, I will miss her calling me, I will miss her hoping around, I will miss her. She would try to fly out of her box to me to get food, from the way I found her on june 9th I know that she tried to fly out of her box, but when she missed she fell and broke her neck.
When she tried that last time to get out of her box, I know she was trying to get to me, her mother, because SHE LOVED ME.
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Pippi was my baby, |
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Pippi was my feathered friend, |
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But Mainly she was mine, I loved her, |
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And she loved me. |