At first, I thought,
I’d rather you didn’t send the bird with the gift
Then again, I thought,
How would I understand the delicacy of your feelings for me if the bird didn’t come with the pear tree?
I wanted the fruit
It looked so juicy
Yet I didn’t want to lose the bird
So I tip toed quietly to pluck it
Only to lose the bird to the winds eventually
Perhaps next year,
If you decide to send me another partridge in a pear tree
I will keep watch of what’s more important
The significance of your love for me.
