Ophelia came and blew
Until the lights went dark
Such a lovely name
For one so filled with rage
Many asked what happened to the birds
Where did they go, what did they do?
When Ophelia came to dance
Who knew and who had ever thought before
How did they manage where did they land?
Did they have a chance
I didn’t have an answer
I hoped they found a swaying tree to grasp them
It’s worried me and I have raised the question too
The initial response is one of laughter
But then a look appears
A wistful thought
Upon every face I ask
Replaced with sadness
Then the words are spoken
The birds, oh I never thought
I hope they are ok
I shall have to google that?
