If you knew I had you figured out,
you might cease to be.
I see through your encryptions now.
It came so easily.
You're as rare as a Garganey,
but speak in Parakeet.
You're flightless like the Dodo bird,
but, like a Nightingale, you sing.
I thought I saw your body washing
up and down the beach.
Instead I must have seen your ghost
doing a dance for me.
I can't say that I've seen your face.
It remains a mystery.
The next time that you show your face,
I hope that you show me.