I saw a thrush upon a bush,
a graceful bird was she,
and next to her I saw a rook
as black as black could be.
And as I looked, into my head
these words occurred to me:
Oh rook, oh rook, please tell me please,
why do we disagree?
For, after all, we both have beaks
and wings that we might fly,
and yet you know these things we share
just seem to pass us by.
Our main concern it seems to me
is how we might apply
abilities that each may have
that take us to the sky.
Beyond the rainbow we both soar
but what do we bring back?
For some of us it’s peace and joy,
for others its attack.
You may be black without concern
for my own speckled brown
but why should colour matter so
when, wings spread, we have flown
up to the heights and back again
albeit on our own
and you just treated with disdain
the friendship I have shown.
Although this thrush upon its bush
invited you to play,
you gave a quite incurious glance
then turned your head away.
I do not want to seem to push
or tell you what to do,
but if you want a friend, this thrush
will still be here for you.
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 11:20 PM UTC
I saw a thrush upon a bush,
a graceful bird was she,
and next to her I saw a rook
as black as black could be.
And as I looked, into my head
these words occurred to me:
Oh rook, oh rook, please tell me please,
why do we disagree?
For, after all, we both have beaks
and wings that we might fly,
and yet you know these things we share
just seem to pass us by.
Our main concern it seems to me
is how we might apply
abilities that each may have
that take us to the sky.
Beyond the rainbow we both soar
but what do we bring back?
For some of us it’s peace and joy,
for others its attack.
You may be black without concern
for my own speckled brown
but why should colour matter so
when, wings spread, we have flown
up to the heights and back again
albeit on our own
and you just treated with disdain
the friendship I have shown.
Although this thrush upon its bush
invited you to play,
you gave a quite incurious glance
then turned your head away.
I do not want to seem to push
or tell you what to do,
but if you want a friend, this thrush
will still be here for you.
Written for my grand-daughter on seeing two birds in the garden.
