Silverbeak

There once was a girl with curled black hair,
She could not write or speak.
Short and frail nor gold nor stale,
She had a bird with a silver beak.
With that bird she saw the world,
Through eyes so bitter, so weak.
The doctor came with bad news,
The girl would only last a week.
With such bad news the girl she sat,
Patting the bird on the cheek.
A week had passed the girl at last,
Had fallen into eternal sleep.
Without the girl the bird has no world,
He too feels, so bitter, so weak.
The bird it gasps at peace at last,
He too falls into an eternal sleep.