Forlorn Endeavour

Rhythms feeding, rising feathers
wind enticing, leaping into his hands
rather came to perch a place
she arrives to build, a new life

Whether her beak is a scarlet
or filled with juicy seeds
awakening the mornings
with chirpy deeds

learning from her shyness
he never want her to flew even
without the consent of alluring white petals
he granted permission to joy the hope

gathering the tiny feathers and twines
rendering woolen ball with a doorway
awaiting the sweet hatching cries
mourns out of your pearl shell

now the tree is mourning, nest is hanging
never seen her this way even
a small rain can restrain
the hopes once given, turning sweetness
to a flaming honey, trembling loneliness