Early morning, at first, I heard her sing,
Perched on top of a mighty branch,
Waited patiently to hear from her more
Was it mischievous call or a friendly greet?
Lord, I don’t know
The bright May had given way to poised June
She was a visitor to my home,
Would she like my humble wooden abode?
Lord, I don’t know
Under the vast expanse of the azure sky,
She sat there humming her song,
Staring silently from my window,
I saw her there,
And wondered,
Was it hunger that brought her home?
Lord, I don’t know
Her quills were colored like chessboard,
While some parts of her was white as a chalk,
While others were dark as a charcoal
I saw her fly into oblivion
Would she be back?
Lord, I don’t know
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