Confusion

Hey, dear bird

What are you trying to tell me?

Sitting on my window-sill,

Chirping your heart away.

Are you, are you

Trying to tell me,

About far-away lands and forests,

Filled with ever-green trees and water falls?

Where you live

Free and happy, with your kind.

Or, of about

Man’s cruelty to you?

Of hurting your

Feathery little bodies

With stones and others.

Or, his ignorance of you,

As he bears this heavy load

Called Life, every day.

Though I’ve been listening to you

For this past hour,

I confess, I am still confused.

Oh, are you flying away?

Please, please come back

And, talk to me again.