My sister's friend purchased two Lovebirds and 4 eggs a few months ago.

All the eggs hatched into healthy birds. They kept two, sold one, and gave the other to us. Our bird is happy and healthy, and we gave him the name Houdini.

However, this poem isn't about Houdini. It is about the smallest bird, who still hasn't been given a name. He got out of his cage, and drowned in a toilet. It is a common death for Lovebirds - that are a kind of parrot, so they are very smart.

The bird died around two days ago, the time undecided. 

To make my sister's devastated friend feel a little better, I wrote her a poem. It tells the story of a little three month old Lovebird whose - as I see it - cleverness killed him. She told me it made her day, and thanked me a million times. However, a poem can only ease so much pain.

Written in a matter of minutes. Music - Surprisingly, none

I am not a poet. So, please, don't give me harsh critique - but do tell me what I can fix with it, and if it is of any quality, please.

~Maya S. 

 
Fragile wings and a
Delicate posture
Timid flight and
Colorful faces

They say curiosity kills the sneaky
Wrong
Brilliance kills the beautiful
Right, I say

A common death that
Expresses the terrible shock
Of happening
For the first time

A watery death
Bodies wrapped in cloth
A tree made into a tomb marker
To you, my friend,  I wish you sweet peace of mind