Teach me a song

before the birds are awake.

I would not want to miss one

As they scurry themselves away.

Teach me what song

lags two birds, or three.

And I would catch one

who yearns to sing in my tongue

and then set him free

to go sing up the sky.

Then I would no longer sing

till that bird returns with no songs but wings

to land where my song is,

dangling our way pass the skies.