A Minor Bird
I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;
Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.
The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.
And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.
And not sing by my house all day;
Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.
The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.
And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.
I never could decide if 'minor' meant it was diminutive or if 'A-minor' was the literal key of its tweet. But, I am guilty of silencing songs by my judgment, and have also felt silenced as well.
And, I do like birds flying by and stopping to sing to me.
And, I do like birds flying by and stopping to sing to me.
But, I am a bee. Busy-busy-busy. Frequently shaking my backside when trying to convey a message and quite honestly, the end results of my work seem small, until it is joined with the work of others.
A.Minor.Bee
A.Minor.Bee
