Right beside me, a little bird,
Watching him, I say not a word.
Now on my shoulder, sings his song,
So nice of him, he stayed quite long.
Off he went, to the tree he flew,
I wondered if, he really knew,
I was the one, who gave him food,
And to thank me, he came and stood,
Beside me there, his song to sing,
And wave to me, as he took wing.
©2021 Steve McLeod.