Laying upon the grass black as soot
Tangled wings, feathered broke
I gaze down upon your yellow beak
And hope that you might speak.

Jewelled in the grass where
Primroses Spring to life
I bend slowly to one knee
And listen for a sound or two.


Peering into your sparkling eye
Hoping you can still see
Knowing that I love you bird
Treasure this last minute still.

Lifting you softly from this spot
I see you are quite new
With days ahead where singing led
I bent and kissed you.


Love Mary x