The Single-Tweeting Bird

Sometimes, in morning hours, I wake. Just before the day's bright break, I pleasantly partake, In birds joining to sing, As happiness they bring. Last night was different and strange. A fever would, my mind, derange. I heard just one bird for a change, And only one note he'd repeat. This single-tweeting bird said "tweet".   My back with sweat stuck to my shirt, Each bone in my body hurt, A black-hooded man came to flirt, Saying, "I knew one day we'd meet".   The single-tweeting bird said "tweet". I wished it was a fever dream. Much too weak and tired to scream, I gazed at the gate's grand gleam, To heaven sailed, wrapped in a sheet, As the single-tweeting bird said "tweet".