The bird peered into the mirror
thinking he had found a new mate.
He fluffed his feathers, checked his claws
and hoped he wasn't late for his date.

His head cocked to one side
and he thought "she's doing the same.
Perhaps we are suited to each other
I bet she's glad she came.

The daft bird, unbeknown to him
was three sheets to the wind.
A sandwich short of a picnic
He ought to be thick skinned.

It is quite sad really
But who are we to reveal his fate.
If chatting to oneself brings him joy
Let him think he's found a new mate.

Lonliness is a terrible thing
But this little bird has found some relief
It takes his mind off his dilemma
and gives him joy not grief.