Janet K. Brennan - Harry lyrics

He came to my garden every year, Old Harry Peaking 'round the vigas of my porch, Stopping in air to greet me, Fluttering his wings so fast, I could barely see them move Hovering . . . looking for his Nectar sweet, and always finding What he was looking for. I could not deny him. Then off he'd go, Swooping across my yard Happy to be where he was, Never thinking where he'd go next He was already there. And then one night, As the sun set and the Soft evening breeze that Accompanies that high desert time Caressed my face, Harry came, but not alone. With a twill and a mid air feat He said, "Hello," And enjoyed his evening treat. She was next, And off they flew . . . I would be His fiddle two >From that time on. One cool morning in early Fall I found him, feathers scattered, A bloody battle, and No care taken in the deed, Nor any sign of remorse, And Amos, my favorite Gal Sitting near him, Proud of her gift for me . . . my Harry. I buried him 'neath my English Tea, His favorite And looked for him no more 'Til one sweet day in June I heard the sound, A trill of unwavering wings, A mid air greeting, A trip to the feeder, and off Swooping across my garden, fair Happy to be where she was Never thinking where she would go next She was already there He had taught her well, my Harry, He had taught her well.