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
Copyright © Jessie Rae | Year Posted 2015
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