Winnie the Pooh is Dead

[The Rider]

Winnie the Pooh is dead.
Accidental death, according to Owl,
Asphyxiation in a bowl full of honey.

LET THIS BE A LESSON, TO ME QUOTH THE BIRD
TO PRAISE ONLY HIM WHO FOLLOWS THE WORD.

Piglet hung himself the next day.
Thus descends the Feathered Truth to denounce
The lustful, unnatural relationship between this bear and pig.

CARE NOT FOR THE SWINE OF THE WORLD, HE SAID
FOR TO SLAUGHTER THEY WILL CERTAINLY ALWAYS BE LED.

Eeyore then, needing aide, sought out the Speckled Wisdom
Only to be discovered the morning after, arms extended, wrists slashed
In one last attempt at an embrace he never received in life.

AND WITH A HOOT THROUGH THE WOODS HE ECHOED THE WASTE
OF A WEAK INDIVIDUAL ENDING LIFE WITH SUCH HASTE.

Then like trees the rest fell:
Roo to Social Services; Rabbit to her uppers and downers;
and Tigger to all of the other Tiggers in his head.

ONCE MORE THE WORD CAME, ONE HUNDRED ACRES OF SIN TO RAZE
AND THE HAPPY PLACE OF CHILD'S PLAY, IS HARD TO SEE NOW THROUGH THE HAZE

Now as I write these final lines, outside my window
He perches in his darkness, watching me, protecting me,
Punishing me for all of my innocent sins.

NOW A FEATHER ON MY BED, SIGNALS HE'S ABOVE MY HEAD
ONCE AGAIN A TEAR IS SHED, ALL BECAUSE MY POOH IS DEAD.

[firefangled]

Winnie the Pooh is dead.
Accidental death, according to Owl,
Asphyxiation in a bowl full of honey.

LET THIS BE A LESSON, TO ME QUOTH THE BIRD
TO PRAISE ONLY HIM WHO FOLLOWS THE WORD.

Piglet hung himself the next day.
Thus descends the Feathered Truth to denounce
The lustful, unnatural relationship between this bear and pig.

CARE NOT FOR THE SWINE OF THE WORLD, HE SAID
FOR TO SLAUGHTER THEY WILL CERTAINLY ALWAYS BE LED.

Eeyore then, needing aide, sought out the Speckled Wisdom
Only to be discovered the morning after, arms extended, wrists slashed
In one last attempt at an embrace he never received in life.

AND WITH A HOOT THROUGH THE WOODS HE ECHOED THE WASTE
OF A WEAK INDIVIDUAL ENDING LIFE WITH SUCH HASTE.

Then like trees the rest fell:
Roo to Social Services; Rabbit to her uppers and downers;
and Tigger to all of the other Tiggers in his head.

ONCE MORE THE WORD CAME, ONE HUNDRED ACRES OF SIN TO RAZE
AND THE HAPPY PLACE OF CHILD'S PLAY, IS HARD TO SEE NOW THROUGH THE HAZE

Now as I write these final lines, outside my window
He perches in his darkness, watching me, protecting me,
Punishing me for all of my innocent sins.

NOW A FEATHER ON MY BED, SIGNALS HE'S ABOVE MY BED
ONCE AGAIN A TEAR IS SHED, ALL BECAUSE MY POOH IS DEAD.

If only for its originality, this is a triumph. It is at once dark, sustained, intelligent and playful, a tough combination.

Would you consider changing "...HE'S ABOVE MY BED" to "...HE'S ABOVE MY HEAD" I kept reading it that way, because you already said you were in bed at that point.