After several months of illness and several vet visits, he "sashayed away" like the little drag queen he was before I could get him to see an avian vet. I picked out a poem I'd like to share, it's by Mani Purathayil Madhavan and written in 1946.
[I]As the day sprouts from night
So does life spring from death-
As the day dilutes inot night
Life slowly melts into death-
Even as the lightning flashes
Death bolts like thunder, at times-
Colours of the universe, bright-
But dark are the rays of light-
See those fallen shadows there
Are the shadows false of life?
Is life light in motion?
Yonder truth no one knows
He who seeks shall find it sure-
From the book of future's life[I]