A Phoebe Bird Called Melanie Poem by Wesley Willis

This little bird is my halo.
She landed on my journal book,
she fluttered here, there, to and FRO.

All in all, she wanted a look.
Frozen still, I watched her with care.
She takes a peek, my words she took.

Then up, and landing on my hair,
pulling on my scalp with her beak.
Hey Melanie is that you there?

Here's my poems, you want a peek?
She liked the words that rhymed, with flow.
Melanie, take my heart you seek.

She said I have a gentle soul,
and this I truly didn't know.