One morning,a little bird chirped at my window I opened it up to let this creature in. It glided unto the pane,its onyx eyes shinning bright It began singing a song that could make a harp stop and listen. Its tone wore a coat of gold And its harmony had the tenderness of a dozen wind chimes. I listened intently at this bird with its sunset coloured feathers.
I translated its song and this was what I heard:
'Far and wide,I came back and forth to this window.But now I'll stay,I'll stay'
Its song was a promise that it would be by my side,through my pain,tears and heartbreaks.
But as bread crumbs flew from another window, It flew away