Mango

Mango was an orange bird

He never had it rough

His owner thought she'd clipped his wings

But she didn't clip enough

One minute on her shoulder

One breeze and he was gone

She only wanted him to stay

He only thought that he'd move on

Getting dark

Getting cold

Her neighbors were abuzz

They all looked everywhere for him

Except for where he was

I saw him late next afternoon

Way up the tallest tree

Singing strong his loudest song

"Why can't you come and find me?"

They never saw each other

Now the story's taken wing

The picture's gone

But the frame hangs on

In the hollow of lost things

Words by David A. Mason

Music by Dan Bilich