wait, oriole!
i want to be your friend,
please don’t run from me!
you go where i can’t see
and now ashamedly i stand…
too big to get too close,
i’ve come to learn.

don’t you know i will not hurt you?
don’t be scared of me!
i’ll wait until you know it,
i will come by again, and again.
and even if you never let me touch you,
maybe one day,
just for me you’ll sing
from afar, my little friend.


© lj brooks