Alone

Thy bird,
Which lay upon my window sill,
Why,
Have you cometh?

To sing melodic tunes of,
Joy, happiness,
Or sorrow?

Or is it art thou,
A mocking bird,
To laugh and chirp at my,
loneliness?

To mock my,
breath, movement or,
love?

Oh, how I disdain it,
Shoo, shoo go away!

But yet thou still,
Laying upon,
My window sill.

by dalek
posted on 10/13/2007