Stray Birds

What can I do When my muse be away From  me a-shy, Just like the old lady in the moon Hidin ' behind, a Thousand dark clouds On a stormy night. I shudder, I tremble, I shiver when I see the storm a-come Hear the thunder a-roar For no shoulder is left for me, no  Shoulder more, to rest My weary head on. O Dark Ones, I pray You, who are a- marchin ' Are a- howlin ', and a-blowin' Across all lands, Rivers and sea! You, whose dark eyes Clearly see, All that is vanity. If, in some faraway land, My Mary you  sight , Like a  honeybee Lost at the hour of dusk Away from her  lov'd  ones Forlorn and sad Even in the freedom Of the vast forest filled with Infinite flowers. Would you not be so Kind, I pray To take my message across And say She is equally being miss'd At home. But, if you  sight  my Mary A-bloom  like a flower of Marigold At the break of dawn Mist on...

Underneath moonlit skies, on curving yellow roads we walked, Over elating highlands, warm rainforests her shadows I stalked. In some silent whispers, couple of nameless songs she hummed, Insinuating ideas dusted and newfangled alike, and we talked! Enjoying unblemished sunshine a marsh harrier upon us flew, Fresh smells of flowing seas of blue mountains and rambling squirrels it blew. She told me of her grandpa’s old clock, about how much he cared, Other funny little stories of her childhood she shared. And I listened wondering all the while, Upon a green leaf and little orange flowers, a butterfly hovered meanwhile. “So Cute!” Pointed Mrs. Wayne to her husband and their only son, A small fist extended as the boy captured the fly, just for the sake of fun! A lion roared in vicinity, out Mr. Wayne took his shredded gun, Four thousand feet above us all a German fighter-plane flew, under the hooded sun. The butterfly escaped the fists, the plane dived, The l...