My canary

A sparrow lonely and shy;.

Flies in sight of human eyes not up so high, 

Sobbing through nights quiet in the day, 

All of a sudden it was the month of may, 

Flew seconds to the glee of November,

He found a haven.

A canary shared the sky with him

Flying through every tree thin n slim

No more living nights with tears, 

With her All of it was relocated

The sparrow lived All of his life without fears.