THE PRETEXT III

Although he wanted to say,

He couldn't just let out the ray.

Whenever he's unto say the word,

She seemed to be girdled by her herd.

He wanted the perfect time,

So, he could uncage his bird. 

Somehow, the nature itself,

Decided to give him his glad.

On a particular weekend,

On a particular day,

He had his opportunity,

In a peculiar way.

He had two separate routes,

To get into his destination,

And those two were interlinked,

With a bridge that's a little lonesome.