The Bird in the Rowan Treeh

I stood at the door looking up.
A bird looked down at me.
Why the bird? Why me?

"Little bird", I said looking up,
What do you think of me?
Little bird - what of me?

The Bird in the Rowan Tree

The bird looked wise looking down,
As if he was saying to me,
"Strange human you are to me!"

"What way am I strange?" I said looking up.
"Restless and flurried seems to me!"
Said the little bird to me!

Sheila Jakobsson