Lost Song of the Winter

She was just whistling along

& I knew she wont continue for long
Cos' the winter is coming
and the time is running
So i gave her something to eat
She wondered and moved back her feet
and when I joined in
She didn't took it with pleasure
but I didn't stop whistling her song
I thought why should I care
Cos' the winter is coming
and the time is running
Soon there'll be white
all days and night
The window sill will remain empty
Till my Whistling Thrush returns in the coming spring.