Black Bird
Soaring all through the night
The black bird never rests
He flies through the air
But never stops to take a break
He is searching for one thing
And one thing only
Days go on
Nights go dark
But still he does not stop
Until he finds what he wants the most
Soaring all through the night
The black bird does not rest
He calls, he swoops, and he turns
But he does not stop
The black bird does not stop
Until he gets his revenge
Copyright © Katherine Mccoy | Year Posted 2015
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