Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

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Awoke this morn to
the song of my white
bird Zorma,

throaty sound that
came from a distant
space,

the cocatiels joined in
and flew in amazement,

after a bit of bamboo
flute exercise downstairs
Bahjan in C,

Mary Jo showed up
while my dog Zorba
was howlin' to the
song,

it's called Galaxy by
the way,

me performing with
the door flung open
at 7 am.,

a sight to see on old
Hollins Street here
in Baltimore,

I saw Samirah walkin'
to her bistro up the street
so i wailed a bit louder
and she smiled,

in search of a cuppa Joe
I returned to the kitchen
and found my beautiful
white bird forever asleep
on her cages floor.

R.I.P. my sweet singer.
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white bird is gone
but her song lingers


good bye father
good bye mother
Good night Ireene
I will see you in

My condolences mark
Pets are hard to lose
A feisty little bitch we called Puppy Dog
I still dream about her

The red cat killed by a Taxi Cab on November 22, 1963
so much to mourn that day.

She was the last pet left at casa sowebo that was here upon my arrival 4+ years ago, dealing with death, that's a for sure with pets, you gotta enjoy 'em while they're alive.

Zorma could sing a beautiful multi-layered
song that was enchanting, this mornings song was deeper and like
no other i had ever heard from her.......

my cats and wolf talk during the evening
if you are still you can hear what they are saying