Alone and so weary
Flying high searching for mates
Looking everywhere tweetering loudly
No same feather comes
On the antennae singing
Loudly in the early morning rays
Tweetering the agony to start a family
No same feather bother to reply
Alone and so weary
The little bird flies
Into trees and bushes
Why are his own kind?
When nightfall
It flies into the garden
Perched on top of the bamboo tree
Closing its eyes and sleep
Alone and so weary
Into dreams maybe it can tweet
“I am here! I am here!”
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