A poet and his bird, his dog, his cat and his tree br A poet and the bird in the tree br A poet and his dog in the tree br A poet and his dog in the tree and the wind and the cloud br The bird in the tree, the dog in the tree, the cat in the tree, br The bird in the tree, the dog on the tree, the cat under the tree, br The bird on the tree, the bird in a tree, a bird in a tree, a bird in the tree, br And the wind and the cloud and the poet and his dog and his cat and the tree br br The dog chases the cat the cat chases the bird br And they all arrive in that tree br Where the poet is sitting under that tree br The poet takes the dog and the cat was envious br And the bird looks at them in silence br The silence looks at the poet in the eye br Of the cat and the bird flies away br The poet and the dog is the poem of friendship br The cat and the dog is the poem of the endless natural quarrels br And the bird that flies away against the cat and the dog and the poet and the tree br And flies against the wind that the bird is now fighting br And the clouds that seem so blue and blue br br The bird that actually flies away br Is actually me br I was not the poet with the dog br br I am not the tree I am not the wind I am not the cloud I am not the poet there who had a dog as friend and I was not the quarrelsome thing from the blue and out of the blue br br I am the bird with wings and I always fly away to places br Against the wind to places where I can be as always be the bird with wings in silencebr br RIC S.