Little bird, little bird,
why don’t you sing?Little bird, little bird,
What wasted plumes; it’s such disesteem!
Poised on your perch, such a lovely thing.
why won’t you flutter?Little bird, little bird,
Stretch the clipped wings, show you can hover.
Your colors had kept: very careful, cold governed.
why can’t you eat?Tell me bird, little bird,
Refusing the feast laying forth in disdain.
Unappreciative you peck; not enough to be sane.
how did you die?
Meticulous measured love, just enough to survive;
Proportions of trust not considered aside.
I’ll never understand; why would you need ever fly?