Song Bird

Can you believe it, I was just in the shower,

when through the window came a small bird,

who held in her beak a yellow flower,

and sang the sweetest song I ever heard.

I said, "Well, thanks for this visit,

but I'd rather have you come a different time;

I'd cook and I'd write you a sonnet,

even though you can't read a single line."

Then she looked at me past her olive beak,

and subtly opened her wings,

The prettiest damn things that I've seen all week;

I knew not what a feather could bring.

Come on now, songbird, sing here tonight

and echo throughout the whole den.

I'm waiting here with my lips folded tight,

doing all that a songbird can.