BANJO
11/16/98 - 11/17/06
This tiny little fluffball of sky blue feathers came into
my life 8 years ago. When I got him he was so tiny he
could sit in a custard cup. He rapidly learned words and
could often be heard rattling off his name, which he liked
to string into “Itsy bitsy teeny tiny little Baby Banjo.”
His 26 grams filled my entire house and life with joy
every day I was lucky enough to know him.
Not a day will pass that I won’t think of him sitting
in my hand, eyes closed, feathers all fluffed up, nearly asleep
while I rubbed his little beak.
Our hearts are vast and endless.
Yet the tiniest friends can fill them.
Completely.