The dusk was a rage of red
And melted away, was gold
The breeze was a welcome bliss
But in came a cruel cold.
The sun was away for a while
Stars, waiting for the moon
The sky was an empty heart
Oh Night! Be here soon.
Through the gray, gold and red
Fluttered a little lone bird
"Where were his friends"? I wondered
And it seemed, for a moment- he heard.
"What had kept you back?
Why did you wait so long?
Is it for a grain of rice?
Or some poet's sad- bird song?
You flutter as you fight with the breeze
Your wings growing tired as I see
What had kept you back- waiting?
While you watched your friends fly, free?
Fly home safe, little bird
Worry not, for the grain of rice
Your little ones wait for you, back home
Keep them safe from a world of lies.
Return to them, help them live
Return to them, to life
For rice is rice, and song- a song
But life- not something rife"!
He fluttered along- soon, was gone
The sky now dark- an empty space,
I closed my eyes, to feel through the sky
And I found his little wings' pace.
He was home, he was safe
That was all, I needed to know
The night was here- and so was the cold
"Au Revoir, little bird- for now, I must go"...