52. she sings a song

She sings a song to warn the world
“the sun is rising; i’ll soon be flying
here i am, catch me if you can
catch me if you can, here i am, here i am.”
Brave lil bird repeats her greeting
sees a shadow in the breeze fleeting.
The sly fox he trots up to the tree
“little bird, little bird, did you call me?”
“funny old fox, if these wings could throw rocks
that’s what they would do, i assure you.
go to bed go to bed; it isn’t you i dread
for here comes the sun; your nocturnal day is done.”
From a twig of the tree she spreads her wings;
starts to fly and starts to sing:
“the sun is rising, the dew is drying
here i am flying, here i am flying.”
oh she’s making such a sound,
the cat in the hedge is woken and roused
he slowly stalks her through his shade
preparing for the morning raid.
As she sings he spies her brood
four little eggs; her treasure chests
“would i be rude” he mused “if only an empty nest was left”
a fleeting thought
the fox was sly
into the brambles and out from the side
the cat let out a mortal cry.
Dawn’s chorus was morbid.