May I know what you’re thinking, little birdie, up in the tree? I came upon your sullen face, bad mood as moods can be. I tried to crack a joke for you but no, it made you sour. I hopped on a foot and did my balancing act I did that for almost an hour. I scratched my head and asked myself why this bird was in such a fluster. Was it something I did, something I said, did I do another blunder? I retraced my steps and I pondered… and pondered... and pondered...
and pondered...
I wish I was a mind reader knowing your thoughts and whims. Whenever I wave and say hello you’re either angry, sad or grim. How can I make you happy, little bird? Tell me and I’ll make it come true. Would you like me to disappear and stay the hell away from you? Would you like me to forget and say this isn’t true? Just a phase, a roller coaster ride, an adventure you didn’t think you can do?
Come out and say it, I know you can. Don’t cover your face in your wing. I know ...