When the sad little bird met the sad little man
She sang a sad song and she flew to his hand
Then she told him about all the troubles she had
How when she was a chick, a crow took her dear dad
And when she grew older she longed for a mate
But found no one to love her—so sad was her fate
To this building she’d come to be freed of her woes
She’d just tuck in her wings and jump off, her eyes closed
When the sorrowful bird had stopped moving her beak
The depressed little man in turn started to speak
“I was once a blue crane with a normal crane life
But I plucked all my feathers to take on a wife
My companion was kind and the lady knew not
Of the fowl natured truth that my plucking had wrought”
He then told the blue bird that he’d made his wife’s clothes
They were downy and soft made of feathers disposed
They had been full of bliss though the match was absurd
Then one day the crane’s wife learned that he was a bird
He’d been plucking his feathers as always he’d done
From behind a closed door while he weaved and he spun
But his wife didn’t knock and she came right inside
And she watched as he plucked; he could no longer hide
As the law parted humans from birds and from beasts
The sad man went away, though his love had not ceased
In a strange turn of fate no more feathers grew back
And the freedom he’d known became leaden and black
Now the pale morose crane with no feathers was perched
On the high rise regretting his choices, besmirched
He felt life had no meaning, his hopes were deterred
He was no longer man and no longer bird
When those glum avians heard the other’s despair
The lugubrious birds felt a bond that they shared
One soul never knew love, she was empty, alone
Her companion craved life, lost his wings and his home
Each one carried the key to the other’s release
And they felt that their bond would bring purpose and peace
From the edge of that cliff where they’d come to forlorn
They walked off in sync, energized and reborn