Kevin Michael Bloor

My Lovebird

My lovebird is a nightingale

Sweet singer in a shady lee

A gorgeous bird of paradise

A rainbow-coloured symphony

 

Sometimes, she is a turtle dove

A gentle bird, though not unwise

At night, as owl, cruel bird of prey

She soars, then swoops from savage skies

 

At times she is a wee, wan wren

A frail and fragile feathered thing

Some days she flies as eagle bold

On most majestic, mighty wing

 

I love her when she softly sings

Like skylark on a dreamy day

But mostly when she glides like swift

In summer’s breathless, brief ballet