On a Wing, and a Prayer
Good morning, good morning,
Tweeted the bird,
And there I was, trying to
Pray to the Sun God,
Look at me, look at me,
Carolled the bird
And I missed out on some of the
Words of my prayer
I am right here, don’t you see,
Chirped the bird,
And I forgot some of the words
In the last line of the hymn,
And had to begin
All over again
I am calling you, calling you,
Chirruped the bird,
Look at me, look at me, do!
And now I was annoyed
And vexed
And irritated all together
And I glared at the bird
With my kohl-lined eyes.
Go away, do, I told her,
I love you, too,
But you’re disturbing me
And I can’t think straight
The little bird flew away
With a sad shake of her wings,
And, relieved, I turned back to the Sun
…But he had disappeared, too!
Borne on the wings of the breezes that blew
Came a lament that sounded like a dirge:
When you can’t see a bird
That’s singing to you,
You will forever be blind
To me, too!
