The joyful pigeon sings a lullaby,

lands on my bald head,


and asks me if I am feeling better.



I respond with a false positive,






and the pigeon flies away.

The orange-bellied parrot chirps a note

sets foot upon my oxygen tank


and asks me if I am feeling worse.



I shrug my shoulders absentmindedly




and the parrot aimlessly walks around my room.

The onerous raven hisses a prayer

Perches at the foot of my white bed


And asks me if I have any regrets.



I nod my head




and the raven stares at me until I become nothing.

The albino vulture looks out at the proceedings,

considers my chilling body


and asks me if I lived a life worth living.



Pity that the final fowl never receives a proper response,




for its question seems to be the most important one of them all.