Oratorio

The bird sang to him a beautiful song.

Annoyed by the song, he departs.

The bird sang to me that song, so strong.

Enjoying the song, I remain.

The very next day, it sang to me that song.

I whistled as accompaniment to the refrain.

Disgusted by my cacophony accrued to the song,

The bird flew away hastily.

The following day, the bird sang so wrong.

I did not whistle and the bird was offended.

From that day on, the bird was gone.

Yet another bird had memorized the oratorio.

The bird sang to me a beautiful song.

Annoyed by the song, I depart.

Mellissa Offoha