Black Birds

  

Why old Black Bird, do you live?

Among the beauty, of Dove and Swans

Why do you burden, those peaceful birds?

With your fowl songs

Squawks and screeches, never would be heard

If to flight, those big black wings

Would right now, fly far away

From where the kindly bird sings

Why don’t you leave, this restful pond?

And escape their lovely sight

Take those songs, and big black wings

Take them all to flight

I can’t, I can’t, with squawking beak

Said, Black Bird to the Dove

I won’t, I won’t, in screeching tones

For it is you I love

I know I’m not, as beautiful as these

That rest upon this pond

But who will notice, the beauty of Swans

 If all, the Black Birds are gone.