And the Birds Will Sing

My bird will perch upon a limb and watch Bewildered as to what it sees below, Unbeknown to him his whistler’s breath drew last before he could heard his morning whistle call. He summoned the other birds to comfort him Shuddering he spoke to his friends which huddled close they too were taken from their connection and joy that became their need to sing back and frolic One bird said he knew of the whistler’s demise and whereabouts the gathering then flew off to the garden of peace where I among others are resting under the watchful trees and where the birds mourn for their whistlers should you hear them sing, please whistle for me