On September 4th, when I heard the "Crocodile Hunter" Steve Irwin had died (I learned it at the exact time the first line shows), I was absolutely devastated. I shared with him that unbelievable love for animals, and had always aspired one day to meet him. Obviously, I'll never be able to do that now.
More to the point, I couldn't sleep that night; I just kept thinking "this can't be happening; this is all a dream; it
has to be a dream". In my insomnia, I wrote this, making it up as I went along, but that doesn't mean it wasn't from the heart. With rare exception, I'm horrible at poetry, and I already know this isn't a fitting tribute to the man and his legacy. I could never do anyone justice in my writing, especially not someone like him. Just tell me what you think about this untitled piece.
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11:10 PM
I hear the news
And I'm bruised
Disbelief
Grief
These are the blues
In which we live
In which we die
Life is but so brief
Feathers and fur
Scales and claws
Teeth and jaws
You're gone
But you're not gone
This is the legacy
That you have left
That we have kept
You live on
Die for what you love
Noah releases the dove;
A twig;
A better place;
I'll see you there
