Little bird! O little bird! I wonder at what thou doest, Thou singing merry far from me, I in sadness all alone! Little bird! O little bird! I wonder at how thou art Thou high on the tips of branching boughs, I on the ground a-creeping! Little bird! O little bird! Thou art music far away, Like the tender croon of the mother loved In the kindly sleep of death. Author - Unknown

In memory of one very unique and special bird (and also a friend of Cubby's) who past away this year.

O bird of my heart, Fly on, fly on. Look not behind. Whatever the world gives Is meaningless, useless And utterly false. Hiya Pakhi Egiye Chalo Dekhona Ar Piche

Whatever appears to leave us Actually does not leave. Whatever appears to stay with us Actually does not stay. Nothing remains. Everything is a mystery Of constant gain and loss. Ja Jai Taje Jaina Ja Pai Ta Thakena