A Bird On A Fateful Day
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.