Songbird

“Is anyone listening?” A songbird cries out,

To a dark night with no moon

As the shadows churn and boil over

“Is anyone there?” The songbird cries out,

To one thousand soundless souls,

Who's throats catch their voices and shove them back in their lungs

They shake, as the songbird cries

But not one lift a finger, there is no sound

As the dark night crawls on and despair gathers

“I know you are!” cries the songbird, his wings are broken

The black tide rises and falls in silence,

No moon appears, the shadows boil over

And the songbird is consumed.

On some road, one soul finds his voice again.

“What a beautiful songbird that, such a pity.”