lyrics
This Bird (by the composer)
This bird following me
is making a way
to seek its prey
incessantly.
How strange. It must not see
my whiskers and my teeth
or notice my apathy.
I don't look back
yet it keeps calling for me...
Coo coo, coo coo, coo coo.
This bird sings me a song,
as if it was spring,
a melody lingering
one note too long.
How odd. It does not stop.
I sigh and carry on
despite this flying shawm
I would never feed on.
I took a glance;
a moment of doubt,
but not for long since it keeps singing to me...
Coo coo, coo coo, coo coo.
Then I turned and tried to reply,
"I'm so confused.
Why do you follow me
when I'm the one who pursues?
Why not bees or butterflies or
the leaves
or feed on this prunus?
Does a bird not normally
perch on a tree
while I hunch and crouch
to hunt as they peck at the cherries?
Instead you choose me.
Yet we cannot be.
I wish you know what I'm thinking.
Why can't you just see?"
This bird, eyes full of glaze,
left in the silence
and flew away.
How should a creature behave
when wooed with no constraint?
I gave the look I gave.
I had somethings to say
but it was too late.
It was not my place
to say it doesn’t work that way.
This bird flew off.
The silhouette faded.
I went my way
and yet
I feel the bird echoing:
Coo coo, coo coo, coo coo...
credits
license
all rights reserved