Red-blooded bird
Black mask stealing
Her olive heart
Full speed ahead
Swift wings chasing
Strong wings
Her tangerine mouth
Mocks that lovely feathered cone
Atop that busy head
She forages below
What does she know
He thinks
Red-blooded bird
Black mask stealing
Her olive heart
Full speed ahead
Swift wings chasing
Strong wings
Her tangerine mouth
Mocks that lovely feathered cone
Atop that busy head
She forages below
What does she know
He thinks
Fleeing from the bramble
As though they feel they must
Forsake the soft of the fruit
For the wind in their wings