Birdsong

Not a lot to eat around here,
For a little bird in the winter.
The seeds have blown
And the worms have all dug deep.
Yet this morning I heard
A lonely bird,
As he crooned himself to sleep.

“Whip-a-whoo,
Whip a whoo,
I love you.
Whip-a-whoo,
Whip-a-whoo,”
He sang.
“Whip-a-whoo,
Whip-a-whoo,
I'm here waiting for you,
‘Til spring thaws to summer again.”

One shining crow hops the meadow.
He seeks his sleek, black-eyed starling.
I roam the trails where love never fails,
Looking for you, my darling.

“Whip-a-whoo,
Whip a whoo,
I love you.
Whip-a-whoo,
Whip-a-whoo,”
I sing.
“Whip-a-whoo,
Whip-a-whoo,
I'm here waiting for you,
‘Til winter flows warm into spring.”

 

-jenn long