Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter J.K. Rowling does. But this is just a
poem so.

Buckbeak's View

Something is not the same,
The house has gone insane
No visits, no one talks
Sirius is missing, I don't here his walk
The little creature came and complained
But as far as I know, he is not sane.
Where is Sirius, where can he be?
Sometimes I feel I complete him, and he completes me.
True I miss Hagrid, but Sirius is better,
I feel as if, we're two birds of a feather.
True I am fed, but its not the same,
I miss Sirius, and I will complain
I can understand Sirius, not the others
Oh where oh where is Sirius, my "brother"
I wish I could search but I really can not
I cant escape this place that is rot
I wish I could fly, fly and be free
To find Sirius and know where he be
Oh where oh where is my dear master,
I know he is missing, it's a disaster
Everyone here is not the same
What do they know that I have no say?
I wonder I wonder and I really do miss
My great friend and Master Sirius.