Trash Pidgeon aka Bunkus

Some say Bunkus had been created perfect. Never had there ever been a time when Bunkus had not succeeded at first try. For the chance of mystery in his life Bunkus yearned for the rush of the challenge. The Equalizer was set and the life put forth, in the trash of all shall Bunkus lay to give them the chance of besting him today.

Some say they can hear him singing of his life should refuse be ample and a window ajar.

"How should I compose my song""For today’s night""Which verse to celebrate""The eventide""A symphony to greet""The Night of the Moon?""Like a heron’s wail through midnight""Or a bird’s warble at dawn""A pauper’s melancholy tone""Or a murmur of a streamlet that dances on the stones""Or like screams echoing across the vales""Or jubilant sounds on the shoulders of gales""My fingers tremble, totter""Between rapture and woe the spirits waver""Oscillations amid optimism and gloom""Some flowers wreathed for tombs""Tiny blooms stringed for tresses""Festivities, funerals, cries and laughs""Adorning lights, candles and epitaphs""A tune in mirth or a lament""To join gleeful lays or cheerless chants?""trash"