The scent of roses on the morning air.
Sun dappled shadows on my balcony.
Warmed by a gentle summer breeze
Silent I sat in peaceful reverie.
My visitor came unexpectantly.
He looked around him with his jet black eye.
But did not see me sitting quietly there
From orange beak he sang his song of joy
Oh welcome to a glorious summer morn.
Oh! What a handsome clever bird am I
My coal black feathers glistening in the sun
Perfect in form and graceful symmetry.
An answering call came from a nearby tree.
A plain dun brown bird on a leafy bough
His wife is calling him and he must fly.
He spread his wings and soared into the blue.