This bird doesn't sing
This bird doesn't sing
It doesn't sing anymore
Its babies have flown off into the night
Out of those who survived
So what am I supposed to do
This house is now a mansion
And there is cold air seeping through
Never before noticed
A trajectory set
Set in stone
To build a new home
And prepare for the winter
And fight off those
Who were after my young
I never questioned anything
I had a sense of purpose
And I sang for survival
For me and my babies
For me and my species
The clock has stopped
At 4: 04
The seasons do not
Change anymore
Better get used to the silence
Yes chirping has turned into silence
Say you will come visit
At least once in a while