David Crandall Poet Rhyme

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".

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Andrea Dietrich July 14, 2024 at 8:38 PM Ha. This sounds like a parody of Quoth the Raven Nevermore! David Crandall July 14, 2024 at 8:56 PM Yep, it is sort of a copy of that. I have a more direct parody called "The Duckling" which I think is a better parody. Two nights ago, I got a COVID shot, and it always disturbs my sleep, and gives me body aches, and unsettling, weird thoughts, and there was this bird outside my window that would emit a single tweet, then long pause, and then repeat, like an out-of-battery smoke alarm, and the silly phrase, The single-tweeting bird said tweet entered my brain.

Hilda Greenhough July 13, 2024 at 9:30 PM It sounds like a ghost bird. This story sounds scary. David Crandall July 13, 2024 at 9:35 PM I think so. My inspiration was a bird that kept tweeting a single tweet, and then after a while, another single tweet. He kept me awake, so I decided to write a poem about him.