Your yellow tuxedo with black bow
tie and upper parts salt and pepper.
A pointed beak, the Meadowlark
allocates his time exploring daylight,
alone, living on the ground. As the
wings of his heart take flight he will
sing with a charming flute-like song
to attract his lover. I play his striking
speech and the sparrows gather
around my doorstep. So brilliant,
wild and free to fly amidst
the western skies.