The Stray Bird Where can the stray bird perch?She keeps glancing back, fox-silvery feathers glisteningHer true sentiments revealed at the autumn endHer hidden bitterness escapes her red beakOver whose roof echoesHer lucid and elegant warble? Landing in the human world, more pitiable than petalsShe suddenly loses her orientation, so helplessLove has been irreversible Astray, she cannot relive her noble pastSkittering from tree to treeThe autumn wind being chilly at nightCan she be spared of a minimal trouble?