Within its throat
A songbird chokes up a somber note
While perched high upon a dying limb
Beneath a winter morning cloak

Under a heavy heart
And heavy wings
By nature  its given as its charge
A dirge to sing

Far from the falsetto of its awakening cheer
Trilling at my window it would often appear

In deep dejection and reluctantly
It chooses its song in D minor key
The saddest key of them all to me

And with a thump!
Dead it falls  to the ground
Of all its songs come early morning round
Perhaps, this is to me the saddest sound