A little birdy told me nothing.
Nothing about what was to be.
Not a tweet about love,
Or loss, or glee.
Of pain, hope and joy, there was silence,
Only a lone crow caw upsetting the balance.
No flits of light on my shoulder,
Or visions of happy life when I'm older.
Just here and now, amongst sky and ground.
Inside just this moments sudden breeze I am found.
A little birdy said nothing to me,
and as it will be,
Only a song for its mate
High in the tree.