The farewell bid

  The wind below calm,

  i still recall at the dam,

    I was too dump,

  to take  the jump,

ending up damned,

dumped upon a summon,

by he who is a lover bird,

it was to soon for a bound,

i felt the burn,

i opt to take a bond out,

for this bond was mend to slit,

he like a slirt,

and  i alike,

so i took my bow,

made illusion vows,

then sat on my lows,

i did the bid,

his heart a dead seed,

i tore it on my paws

with my spiking tongue,

i fairly send him off,