Daniel Larson Poet Rhyme

The Season

There's a bird on the wire
     overlooking fields of grain;
He's been here once before
     but it didn't look the same.
The flowers are wilted,
     there's no seeds upon the ground;
Even though the breeze blew
     he could hear no sound.

Somewhere from the distance
     came a noise that he once knew,
'Twas the sound of the dogs
     as a group of pheasants flew.
Then he heard canons roar,
     watched the first of the birds fall;
Heard commands from the men,
     sounding like the southern drawl.

Gathered up their trophies
     as they arrive at this end;
Turned around, spreading out,
     and then started back again.
Seemed to be a routine,
     to him their plans seemed so clear;
He only knew they'd leave
     when there were no more birds here.

So now he had to move
     for to find himself a meal,
Might be somewhere near by
     with a few seeds he can steal.
The day was growing dark,
     less and less he sang his song;
His heart sank as snow fell,
     this season was to be long.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment