When to the window I am drawn –
for there a bird alights –
with feathered wing and mournful Song
his tune – the world delights.
I find – within – a misery
for I – no longer – sing.
I only sit beside the wall
observing all with wing.
Oh Bird with jeweled feathers – there
upon the sill alight
and keep this weak Soul company
‘till Day turns into Night.
Quite the fun activity, actually. I highly recommend trying it out!