Little blackbird.

How now little blackbird, sitting on the sill?
Is there anyone to love you, to nurse you when you're ill?

Do you laugh little blackbird, at the nuances of life?
Do you share you hopes and dreams, with a child with a wife?

Are there trials little blackbird, that test you day to day?
Are you tempted by a mistress who is begging you to stray?

Are you old little blackbird, have you lived your whole life through?
Do you tell others that this world of ours, contains not one thing new?

Do you dream little blackbird, when you rest your head at night?
And do these dreams fill your tiny heart with pleasure or with fright?

Do you wonder little blackbird, at the things that you must see?
Do you draw near with curiosity or turn away and flee?

Are you trapped little blackbird, is your nest instead four walls?
Does it stop you from replying, when the wild calls?

Must you little blackbird leave your perch upon the sill?
Will you not answer these questions, the ones that stay here still?

Fare thee well little blackbird, I will see you soon I know.
Although you leave, your eyes tell me, it is not for long you'll go.