P0244. Love bird

Unknown

In a tree
In a garden
A strange bird
What I dream of

Don’t whistle
But don’t talk
Floats
But goes

Feathers
In bright colors
No.
This bird loves
pais and vree

Sometimes I find him wise
Sometimes a mockingbird
Sometimes I find myself
Wiser
And the bird bit stupid

But if I do whistle
Ears
To hear
Eyes
To see

Can you hear me whispering?
Are you listening?
The things I see
Do you have time?
Do you see that too?

I still hear
That strange bird
And slowly
He flies over

I am experiencing things No
doubt
that the bird should know
Far too beautiful to forget

Fly strange bird, fly