The Bird

Little bird,
On the seashore you live,
deep in the sea you perceive ,
for your lives you gird

They say nothing is sure
not even the girth
then you back for the day of yore
to chase the real mirth

But bird,
love is neither combat nor contest
neither fight nor right,
and this face of love is the third

You catch fish and smile,
eat meal for awhile,
then fly as agile
as you aim your bile

Song bird,
never be chased nor purchased
never be sued nor pursued
hence you get

Office, Very Beginning of 2009