#birdlife
Partridge red, how fine you fly;
Winging, gliding up on high.
We down below as you sweep by,
Esteem the rapture to our eye.
Partridge red, how deft you try
To fill the heavens with your cry;
As you ride so fleet and spry
When for your covey fore you vie.
Partridge red, alert yet shy
I call and wait for your reply.
Alas, I close my eyes and sigh
As someone shoots you from the sky.
ASJ
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 4:57 PM UTC
If I am a bird
Carelessly flies in the sky
Place to place
Tweet the world is mine
Go wherever I want
Chrip whatever I feel
Sit whenever I'll be tired
Never look my face in mirror
But I can see this world more clearer
Searching for a partner would be easy
No regret of being messy
Anywhere I built my nest
Like I have no regret
Little fights then
My short time memory wipes all away
No one let me down if my house is made of clay
And in peace i die one day
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 11:06 PM UTC
Beneath the sun I always roam
A happy lark – o so free!
The spacious sky my native home –
My comfy perch up a tree!
Every morning wake up with me,
To greet the bright morning dew!
Take a light stroll across the lea,
Hear my chirpy song to you!
The wild cold wind does call to me –
Its many arms me enfold…
The blue sky offers liberty,
Of more worth than shining gold!
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 11:39 AM UTC