Carry On, Little Red Bird

Silly creature, are you not? a witness to everything Silently waiting, watching, gathering all, yes, but not receiving Menacing little thing, are you not? the missed crook of your head Listening and no one knows what you relay back Beautiful drop of blood, you are... not seen against the trees You’re not ignored, but simply a glacial, crimson breeze You sing a song that knows, a song that chills to the bone You follow, you wait, you watch Could it be for nothing? What do you do? During this cold, November evening A slow pouring rainstorm to this long book I’m reading Red wine to this loud, cold screeching Little, hopping, crimson cardinal won’t you please, just fly away You have seen too much You’re not giving up to the icy, wrong path not seen A note to you, crying cardinal Take these scary images and please fly away Keep silent, keep hidden, keep not here standing you here is not a feat i can withstand So horrible, haunting, little red bird Please, i beg-- leave, And never be heard