‘It’s only a bird’, said you. ‘Why would you get so wound up about a bird’?
‘Cause it’s not there’, I replied, but you just laughed.
But it wisnae funny. Pavarotti arrived early April and has been singing his heart out from that top most branch of that tallest tree till two days ago.
You said, ‘He’s probably found a bird’.
But he’s too young for that, isn’t he?
Then you said, ‘He’s probably moved out, found a taller tree.’
But he wouldn’t do that, would he?
Next thing you know, I’ll be wandering the streets and the park looking for him and hoping he’s alright.
A bit daft that really, what if he’s just grown up?