I watched him as he sat, high in the tree, <br />attending to his feathers and a polished beak. <br />It seemed he glanced, occasionally, at me, <br />as if he thought my future to be bleak. <br /> <br />Without an introduction he descended then, <br />and perched on a green stump, close to my bench. <br />We eyed each other to the count of nine (or ten) , <br />he, feathered friend, and I, a dressed-up Mensch. <br /> <br />He spoke before he sang and said 'my human friend, <br />it is the heart that will decide, it must be strong, <br />so would you listen to my music to the end, <br />it's all for you and called The Melancholy Song.'<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/melancholy-song/
