Outside, this morning, before the clouds came through I found you on a sidewalk; a parakeet of blue. I put you in a box to keep you dry and warm, and searched for your owner in a torrential storm, and called lost and found at the Humane Society Yes, they would take you - for a twenty dollar fee. At lunch I went shopping for a cage for a bird. resigned to keep you since I had heard no word. I'd name you McNugget and invite you into The Shogun's little ark; my condo sized zoo. But two hours later as you shook and writhed I watched, in futility, as you shuddered and died. I know my answer if your real owner cares What happened to Nuggy and how did he fare Outside, this evening, i'll bury your body and dub thee a saint of pet owners' folly. R,I.P. McNugget ?-2008 ...and so it goes.