I've fallen out of the tree again,
far away from my nest.
I tried so hard to stay inside
I swear I tried my best.
Each time before
I fell for those sparrows
singing their sweet tune.
This time I was dragged
by crow, under the cold, hard moon.
His eyes are as sharp
as heart shaped spears
and watch me stain my soft white feathers with
warm and tender tears.
Because what in the world
could make a crow fall in love
with something as blank
as a small, shy dove?
