I saw a bird on a fateful day. 

I followed and watched through the sunny field.

We were close. Then she flew away.

I saw her again. Then I began to shout hey.

I saw her and I began to yield.

I saw a bird on a fateful day.

While we were together there was much fun and play.

She flew here and back. Once again I appeal.

We were close. Then she flew away.

She chirped and I responded with, just stay.

She flew off, while her feathers and wings reveal.

I saw a bird on a fateful day.

I didn’t follow her this time, so I decide to lay.

Don’t know if I’m dreaming. It’s surreal.

But they did it again. They didn’t stay.

When I imagine it again, it feels cliche.

I hope it happens again, it was all unreal.

I saw a bird that faithful day.

But they did it again. They didn’t stay.