Magpie swooping like a loom
Along the yarn of the wind's boom
Up and down from tree to tree
Oh how happy, oh how free
Magpie swooping like a loom
Along the yarn of the wind's boom
Up and down from tree to tree
Oh how happy, oh how free
I am praying for the right concept
To come into my mind
Undulating dove or was it a pigeon
That swoops down from the tree
Across the field
Looking out I cannot see
If I am he
Or he is me
Up and down
And back and forth
Trying to stay on plan
And still push forth
Don't be a turkey
But if you're gonna goosy gander
I'm gonna cut you loose
Don't be a chicken
Let me count on you
Darling just be my bird
You could be a little robin
You could be a blackbird bobbin
You be a Hawk in the sky
You could have an eagle eye
You could hear that chorus sing
You could even sleep on the wing
All you need to do is hear my word
You just need to be my bird
Don't you be dead as a dodo
Just nod your head while saying no, no
Don't you be an Albatross round my neck
Just climb my rigging til you reach my deck
And even if you fly hell for leather
I know that we'll still be birds of a feather
So darling just be my bird
If you want to catch the worm
You better feather your nest so we stay warm
You can be my night owl
Don't be a cuckoo on the prowl
You might walk proud like a peacock
Or Fly from the cloud as a thunder bolt shock
Be my bluebird Queen
Darling just be my birdBe my kingfisher on the pond
Cast your fishhook eyes and I'll catch on
You can be my duck and I'll wash your back
It would be my luck if you washed me back
Be my lark and sing me song
When it gets dark I'll love you so long
As you just be my bird
We grew out of love
I guess that things have changed
The purse was not enough
And your lips were strained
The colours of the dove
All this whiteness turns to grey
When we grew out of love
On the Christmas day
The murmurings were stuffed
The Turkey paved the way
I craved for oven gloves
You said that I would pay
But it was not enough
It was trodden in the clay
When we grew out of love
On that Christmas day
We shot stars above
With our arrows' aim
And the lord he did cough
When his light was hidden away
Shine on, shine though it's tough
When things don't go your way
But we grew out of love
On that Christmas day
No I'm the first cuckoo of Spring
Will the first cuckoo of Spring please stand up
Raise your wing, or give a wink
Look it's me, I was the first
No shut up I got here yesterday
Yesterday! What are you talking about?
I came last Tuesday
I was here two weeks ago
They had forecast sun
But it turned out snow
I called it first
Saw the first dandilion blow
Or was it a daffodil I remember?
No perhaps that was last November
You know I can't tell these days no more
Not with climate change knocking at the door
And the swans like diplodocuses
glow in the dark
And the otters paw the banks of gold
Where golden sunlight falls in folds
Raising heads and spirits high
They sing:
To live, to live and not to die
And the Willows twist and stand
Like ancients' fists grown from the land
As Alder drink from watery cup
Their roots that think the wrong way up
And branches are like wizards' sleeves
Too dry, should die, but still believe
Then from their sleeve
Green hands' new growth shoot forth
and speak their ancient oath
They cry:
To live, to live and not to die
The Narcissi trumpet loud
Spring is come in sky and cloud
As dandelions like lions bold
Turn their yellow faces to uphold
And all the flowers to winter wave goodbye
Singing:
To live, to live and not to die
And the Bittern booms his bottle top song
A
bottle bank of woodwind birds sing along
And chaffinch dart, and crows they swarm
Come are spring months sunny and warm
Gone are winter months so long and bitter
As Egrets are blown like paper litter
They all sing out their oath and cry
to live, to live and not to die!
He went up dale, round tail
Round the garden and round the bend
In the planter, out the schooner
In the everafter, baby boomer
Tin cantatta, left out laughter
Voices chanting Karma Sutra
Dim sim barter, outward bounder
Yes he lead me on a Wild goose Chase
Goosey gander, little panda
Piecemeal sander, colonels sanders
Rabies horses, beet root beater
Baby courses, in stepwise seater
Trammled and trailed
Traipsed and trooped
Booted and suited
Even Chicken cooped
But he was smarter
Some late starter
Yes he lead me on a wild goose chase
Railing rioters
And beat up outsiders
Inward darma
Of Buddhist mantra
Goosey gander
Crispy fryer
Don't look but duck
Chinese good luck
Up town down town
In the lady's chambers
Yes he led me on a wild goose chase
Well it needed to happen, that is for sure
The eagle has flown
But there's blood at his door
And as he does roam
There's the rub I am poor
But rich to have a home in The old Silvermore
The kestrel flew down to my hand
But quickly I saw he was a friend
And we talked like two hawks
Of life and our work
As we walked out over paths wend
And the places we knew were many
In the hearts chapters we dropped a penny
Down the well of memory
To hear it echo what you meant to me
And I can hear your voice still
Ringing through the years
And she flew like a siren call
Like a screech through blood boiling skies
And it took a wrecking ball
To knock down all the cloud castles where I lie
And if there is some bird I must let fly
It is that of your ghost
Feather bed where I lie
Make a nest for my last post
But I cannot accept that I quit
Through this artificial bull shit
For Brexit is a lie, the truth is goodbye
Is hardest to say when you really mean it
Little hawk, little hawk, little hawk
Flying between the trees
Hovering while I walk
But which one of us is more free
Am I your shadow
Or are you mine?
Little hawk, little hawk, little hawk
Through the rain and shine
Cows in stampede
Farmers call their yell
Cattle clang and ring bells
Down the slope of green
They come pell-mell
But you little hawk, just swoop up
Into the trees and watch
So content with your skill and your speed
You can stay balanced on the edge of the cup
While it spills the whole river out
And your eyes will scan for a trace of what's strange,
You are a hunter little hawk, out on the range
The slightest movement in a field of grass
Waiting for the shrew or the dormouse to pass
And then down like a dagger, like a streak of pain
Down with your claws to strike your game
And that is the life of the hunting hawk
All ways at work, not a wing beat in vain
Making your way across the field where I walk
Little hawk, little hawk, little hawk in the rain