Day 38
A bird fluttered around,
Singing a mysterious song.
No usual chirping or sounds of calling out.
It sang a deep, quaint song,
It was brief but melodious.
Eerie, sinless and sensuous.
The mellow, bold tune
Soon began to fade.
The bird passed into oblivion,
Only the song hauntingly remained.
Into Words 
Maybe it sang, “Follow me, my love.”
Or, maybe, it sang, “Follow your heart to love.”
[My well of poetry is really dry today. I couldn’t come up with a good rhyming reply.]
A bird sings for love.
Its notes make a woman blush.
The two share a sigh.
[A fair haiku.]
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