Gravestone

The stone is not cracked but it is cold
Under the gravestone is my cockatoo
Writing scraped into the stone
Death of an animal
It reminds me
Feels very sad
Gives me memories
As grey as the rainclouds
Carved by a human
Stuck in the ground, just sitting there
Like dust from the desert
Rough as a crocodiles skin
Beautiful sun is shining on the gravestone
As dark as the night
And as black as fright
The gravestone is beautiful to me.