My bird from life calls to me
In chirps of love, one, two, three,
Thus I go by morning light,
Traveling there in wingless flight
To bequeth my days of yore
In times and places I adore.
One day in weak, autumn heat,
A chorus I thought was complete,
Came shrieks, my bird from life released,
I ran to see what callous beast
Caused such sound from gentle beak,
Leaving me with visions bleak.
Sweet breath, my bird from life, in tree,
Whose life I’ll always envy,
Never thinking of unseen foes,
Cats and hawks and feeding woes,
Of sleepless nights in coming cold,
My narcissism, I did scold.
My bird from life, face unknown,
Nameless in branches far thrown,
An audio recording
Repeating for me, oft did sing,
His distress now taints my memory –
An amendment to our journey.
This life not for me played,
This life for which I prayed
No harm should come to him
Whose language flows like hymn.
My history set ajar
Of my bird from life, so far.
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