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| Photograph by Chuck Slusarczuk / Edited by me |
Lady songbird sings a beautiful song
for the bird who shares her nest.
Perched on a branch, he hears nothing.
He fluffs his feathers and primps his tail,
and nestles his head amidst his wings.
Dutiful songbird soars high in the sky,
her heart bleeding from the billows above.
Perched on his branch, he sees nothing...
Around the sun, she loop-the-loops,
carving figure-eights amongst the pines.
"What will it take for him to fly with me?
To hear my song echoing in the tangle?"
Undeclared, is her overflowing heart.
Her nest, weather-beaten in the distance.
An endless blustering wind blows at her back.
Still, the songbird continues to sing.
She remains grateful, loving and free,
as she draws upon the energy of the sun.
’Tis not for long, another crosses her wing.
Handsome, adrift, he dons incredulous eyes.
A wandering bird, simpatico in nature,
caught in a wind stream he knows not of.
As kindred souls, they kiss the clouds up high,
dancing a flutter in a blissful
Shangri-la.
They sing in harmony, in the name of love.
Thereon, beyond the pines, the horizon calls.
A prickly nest awaits its routine tidying.
’Tis a stage for classic, un-beloved songs.
And with much chagrin, lady songbird flies
along,
while the incredulous he, anticipates dawn.
