Prologue, Poem, & Coming Home Party

And someone to face the past, present and the future with.

It’s true it’s true she told him. But he didn’t believe her. He walked away as he had done so many times before.

It was close this time, he was so close to saying those words. But a robotic mechanism inside himself took over, as it seemed he had no control stopping.

Like an autopilot that caused him to eject from the promise of love forever.

So he walked, he ran, he exited as fast as he could. The feelings were his cue, those confusing feelings that felt like home. Her warm embrace and movement into his arms was just right.

She saw herself in him. She had done the same thing her whole life. Going through the motions until it was time to escape. Would she ever really feel love for anyone?

As soon as anyone would ask anything of her, she bolted.

For once in their lives these two were evenly paired. Evenly matched and now evenly divided.

She having found fault in him, he in turn finding fault in her.

Many years have passed since then.

She, once a wisp of a child, had losses profound. He, a lanky boy had just the same, as they were

two children wounded and scarred.

She fell in love with the music and sound of strings as a child, he began to study the guitar as a child.

Each an answer to the other’s question. Each a different contour fitting the other.

But the damage could not be reversed unless both of them could change to allow them to merge.

So they separately went to seek answers from the mist.

Deep in a forest as each had their quarters.

Both got on their knees preying for relief, oh please let me change each did say on their own.

The heavens did listen and granted them this

That each would have the power to soar in the clouds

and to have dominion over the world.

This would make up for what they had lost.

A love and affection it surely did cost.

They were each turned into a bird

And went their separate ways no more did it burn.

Until one day…

Two Birds Of A Species

Two birds on a Tree branch one morning did meet

It was of the old world his brown plumage did streak.

The male bird still charmed her with his song he’d tweet tweet.

So he woo’ed her and together they sailed through the breeze.

He showed her just what he was made of as a main squeeze.

He spotted a token, a ball of seeds to present her,

He delivered the present to her doorstep with ferver

That had such a large and formal landing plank

You are a little too bold sir said she plainly, but also politely

And sent him on his way back from wence he came.

Well this could be quite lovely she thought to herself

If only he was more gentlemanly.

If he could change to kindly knock on my door.

How many small chicks just might be in store.

Why he did prance and fly landing beside her

She noticed oh yes, but demurely turned her back,

So he flittered away thinking he lost her that’s that.

The second time coming she gave not a word,

But the first thought he was cursed flew saying farewell Lady bird.

Confused at his departure thought he would soon without her be a martyr.

So she went on ahead, as if it weren’t true,

Designing a nest as female birds do.

Building and carving a space for just them.

Knowing it was just Mother Nature to blame.

She worked so hard you could see she was weary

Her eyes weren’t as sharp she was lighter and quite dreary.

For she has the work of many, without her mate her work double duty.

She not only had to built a nest and home.

She had to go hunting to keep the eggs growing.

Without a mate to guard the homestead, she would lose all her work to birds causing break-ins.

They’d prey on her home and take it for their own.

Or they’d grab the ring of seeds she hung in her front porch.

The sustenance to keep her going, to fulfill her destiny it must keep flowing.

So she chose not to eat, not to leave her homestead,

For she believed he’d turn up on his own or be dead.

A life of building and maintaining and hunting you cannot be in two places little brown bunting.

The eggs she had worked so diligently on

Were starting to crack, the clock starts it’s countdown.

Oh little bunting never did return

Instead a bigger better version inside him did burn.

For they both were of a new generation, a world

He returned of a family of a subfamily cardinal.

He flowed from his top of his silver beak with indigo blue crown

And his breast was so passionate it was beating with soft down.

Down his back from these changes he still had some green

for it was his first time his female songbird he was seeing.

Seeing his partner he left just before

Having welcomed him home with a pad he adored.

She strung a bug wreath for him before the main feast.

Then beside her on the landing their were scattered the best seeds.

She even has lined their interior with her own down.

She’d carved out the interior for the perfect his and hers.

No objection was named for they both now were Madam and Sir.

They each belonged to the sub family Emberizidae.

Their origins were both the family cardinalinae.

Their subclass the same of P. Cyanea

There was no doubt about it

They belonged to each other,

So proud a couple they were,

two birds of a species,

how now.

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