someone said
to that beautiful bird

who heard and turned
a bit perturbed to ask us
why is it that you call me that

is bird not your name
we asked her back

no she said
it’s a name you gave me
not the way I call myself

then tell us please the name
you would have preferred

call to me
the way I call to you
she sang

my name is my song
the one I sing we both hear

we heard indeed
agreed and surrendered

only regret was our song losing
such a lovely word to rhyme with word