Beautiful ceramic bird
In certain ceremonious song.
Ceramic, porcelain, strong.
Just like my grandma
Who I inherited this prized possession from.
I watch as you sit there still.
Orange eyes, sunset bill.
Oh precious bird,
My cat can’t kill.
Crafted by hands
No longer seen
Apart from in a caliginous dream.
Quickly, quietly I creep.
Silently dreaming,
Fast asleep.
Come to me
Come to me
Ceramic bird.
With your handsome colours
Soft, spoken word.
Don’t be afraid of the umbrous sky
Fly little bird
Fly, fly, fly.
Text by Mickey Horrocks