In the wind of the grassland,
where green grass grows tall
above your head
Sighing waves of flashing green
comfort one another
across the sun strewn lawn
Gritty details, dust and blood
carry as a scent on the wind
the cry, we'ih-ooh.
Oh the Chocobo has fallen,
the pink and the yellow
or the wily black male
A wolf of red hair and fiery tail
growls over the corpse
and eats around feathers
Poet Dragon
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fallen-chocobo/
