I am under the weather Rather than lay limp in my bed Took a drive down Calais Road It's an awkward, overcast day in May Northerlies ahead of the first cold front Of Winter 2018 And there's no crowd today At my local cafe' Two of my best mates And a curious willy wag-tail Hopped beneath our legs for longer than usual Too quick to assume, maybe he was a she I recall my father saying how His mother dearly loved these little birds And he's not openly spiritual But he once told me she's always watching close by Not openly spiritual But he once told me she's always watching close by Not openly spiritual But he once told me she's always watching from above Studied the silence Swift shuffle one whistle and Picked up two crumbs and she flew on by