Red bird,

You sit there on my windowsill,

staying oh-so still,

keeping watch over me

amd my house.

Red bird, 

you are like a burning flame,

that burns all day 

with a passion unnamed-

but brilliant.

Red bird, 

people say you are a carrier,

a carrier of souls,

of loved ones from heaven 

riding on your crimson back.

Red bird,

you sit there on my windowsill,

staying oh-so still,

keeping watch over me 

and my house.

A carrier,

red bird,

of a loved ones' soul

and so I say,

hello.