Tuesday, 3 June 2014

THE LITTLE BIRDIE


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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