As the bird sat down ,
Beside me in my garden ,
It asked something with a frown ,
And the voice started to harden …
“How to fly ?” , it asked ,
In a singi-songi way ,
Some sort of aggression it masked ,
And some hope , it couldn’t say ..
As my mouth glued due to lack of reply ,
By the thought of teaching a bird to fly ,
Somewhere inside me i knew ,
That this could be an experience new …
As i started to teach with a smile on my face ,
It flew away to join in the nature’s race …
Maybe i interpreted it in a wrong way ..
And i stood there with nothing else to say !