Birds beneath my window
Dustying their wings upon the lawn.
I hear them in the morning light
A last amen to a migratory song.
They’re never looking 'round for me -
Their eyes are on the sky or the ground below.
I’d rather be the one who loves
Than to be loved and never even know.

Hello blackbird,
Hello starling
Winter’s over
Be my darling.
A long time coming
But now
The snow is gone.