Migratory

         Migratory

When greeting the sweet-voiced songbird
Why did you have to clutch it so hard
Is it any wonder that your hands are so scarred
That the frightened thing might scramble and slip
Rebelling not from your love but the choking grip
Panicking under the pressure of being hard-pressed
Which in your wonder you would never have guessed

So now your lovely lark has flown far away
Leaving you hoping there'll be a special day
After forgiveness and in the perfect weather
When she comes back to you
And you're not left holding only a feather