Narrative Poem

Birdsong

A poetic narrative of longing

A blue bird she cried to a red tail “My bower is stripped to the bone I’m cold, terrified and so lonely the storm decimated my home.”

The blue bird she sang to the red tail “My love is safe and it’s warm, but I am tied to this wreckage and break every night from its harm.”

The red tail circled uncertain intent on hazards and prey lured by the beautiful chorus but cautiously wheeled far away

The blue bird wailed, “I am dying, there’s nothing more I can see. The future is bleak and uncertain, there is nothing waiting for me.”

The red tail could offer no service but duets to quiet her tears no rescue from what fate had served her no respite from regrets or fears

The blue bird she desperately faltered crescendoing octaves of loss, exhausted she slumped to her nesting wrapped tear damp sheltered in moss

The red tail perched on a far branch, watchful through until dawn ready for moonlight marauders his lone song his loyalty sworn

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