Perfectly Flawed

Little bird with sweetest song

The notes you hit

Are never wrong

I don't recall

you ever stumbling

or forgetting the words

You're never mumbling

You don't follow notes

Or a sweaty instructor

The dawn is your cue

And the sun your conductor

There's no applause

No awards, no cheer

Yet every day

Without fail you appear

I try my best

To echo your song

But no one is listening

or singing along

They only react

When they pick up a flaw

But to your perfect pitch

No response at all!