Beak &; Bullet

Beak &; Bullet

What have you to fear little bird in the tree?

Another bird perhaps? But not me.

You're so high up, the branches so weak,

Nothing can get you, except another beak -

Or a man with a gun

Who will shoot you -

Just for fun.

Bird in the tree,

Why can't you be like me?

Why can't you talk,

Hold my hand - go for a walk.

What decree of unyielding sinister fate

Has ordained that we shan't communicate?

Richard Early