Saturday, 16 August 2014
I saw a bird, a bird saw me,
I was sat on the bench, he was perched in a tree,
I was startled, when he started to speak to me,
“Are you sure that you are really free?”
Well, I thought it would be rude, not to reply,
So, I turned around to face him, eye to eye,
To be honest I was baffled and was standing by,
Because I thought that, at that moment, he was bound to fly.
“Were we put on this Earth to live, or die?”
But, casually he pecked at a passing bee,
Before again turning his full attention to me,
With a sweet song he was spouting, philosophically,
A spindle-legged, fluff-ball, emissary.
“Do you think that here on Earth you have supremacy?”
“We came before you in the order of things,
All manner of beasts and us with wings,
Ask a bird or a leviathan, why he sings.”
I awoke from my dream, trying to understand,
Became aware of the robin eating out of my hand.
Grateful for his trust and the words, unspoken,
Knew that when he left, I would be heartbroken.