Bird came to my window, and said "What?
You let me in there once, now what the hell?
What I wouldn't give for arms to hold you.
We are creatures of such like desire."

I said "Sorry, but I didn't mean it then.
Now I know that I am sorrier than I have ever been."

Fevered was the night you first appeared.
You flew around my kitchen drunk and wild.
I held out my hand and there you landed.
And begged for me to put you back outside.

I said "Sorry, but I didn't mean it then.
Now I know that I am sorrier than I have ever been."
You said "Lately I've been doubtful of the spring.
You should stay right here and I'll take care of everything."
Bird flew through my window and said
"Look at me. I have flown right through this glass unscathed."
"But bird," I cried, "that window was wide open."
Then he stared right through me in the strangest way.