Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I tied two secret messages
in perfect little bows
around the scaly skinny legs
of Autumn-on-the-go—

a little Robin Redbreast thrush
who needs no legs to fly;
a Turdus migratorius
who wouldn't question why—

and one of these two messages
explained my need for love,
but, oh, the other message sent?—
what was that message of?

maybe jimi's lyrics for "Drifting"?

beats me
mystery messages
known only by the beloved