(Poem for mirtle's drawing)

No hint of a doubt

It was love from the start

Mary-Ann and the bird

with the human heart

Despite how it seemed

They were birds of a feather

No matter the trials

They’d triumph together

When the world shook its head

They would take to the sky

Up above the naysayers

And frowners they’d fly

Then they’d soar back to earth

On the gentlest breeze

And perch in their lovenest

And do as they pleased