Dance until you’re dead

It's that time of day again—I turn up House of Pain and me and Corky (our cockatiel) dance to the beat

Corky loves the song I play—Same As It Ever Was—I imagine him a hardcore gangster rolling out his last moves until he dies

The bird swings back and forth on his perch, dancing to the beat

He falters every week or so, truly nearing the end of his life—flapping frenetically to keep his energy going—and he returns to us each time, retaining his health

Corky will die someday—so will I—but until then we will be dancing every day, kicking off the morning with a funk and a romp—

Dance until you're dead