The Secret Language Of Birds
This sparkling wine is all but empty.
Too late for trains & no taxis.
I know the feeling. seems all too contrived.
There was no master plan but the fact is:
You must stay with me & learn the secret language of birds.
A tentative dawn about to be breaking
On a rousseau garden with monkeys in hiding.
The truth of the matter, yet to be spoken
In words on which everything, everything's riding.
Now stay with me & learn the secret language of birds.
Circled by swallows
In a world for the weary.
Courted by warblers; wicked & eloquent trilling.
Lie in the stillness, window cracked open.
Extended moments, hours for the taking.
Careless hair on the pillow, a bold brushstroke.
Painted verse with a chorus in waiting.
Stay with me & learn the secret language of birds.
