House Fire

you make me wanna scream you make me wanna run this bird that flies and infiltrates my mind the exquisite nature of the bird is truly special the way it’s wings flap in the direction of the wind the way it’s delicate body lands in a puff but the birds talons are sharp the prickly haunting nails scrape against the power lines causing surge and fire we but amongst this fire there is calm the one untouched spot in the middle of the field in that spot there lies a single flower untouched and wilting patiently waiting to be engulfed and so the bird watches with a lovely grin wilted flowers are dying and death is the bird the bird burns so brightly only to be reborn as that bird that flies and infiltrates my mind