Outside My Door
Outside my door
The leaves moved as
Fingers on a Giants hands
Serenaded by the sonnets
Of larks and sparrows and jays
The suns rays were a flare today
Blinding no darkness could survive
But whether it be the darkness of
My hearts troubled past
Or the deep silence from this
Lone immobile creature lying still
A shadow cast all glory upon
The life I had first seen
I lifted the little birds body
A charcoal color adorned with a black mask
And told him I was sorry for his demise
Then I buried him among the flowers
Knowing their roots would enslave
His small little corpse and comfort him
For there was nothing more I could do
A prayer for him and for me
As silence was the spoken word.
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