The Last Song...



So the frigid evening time came again
And the moon's dive, slipped too low
For such a tiny and shivering wren
To survive this night of ice and snow.

The somber flight from dawn to night
Exhaustive and so sad and long,
Beautiful and cold at such a height,
This blessing of God, began his song:

My colors of mottled gray and brown
Sheltered me through the summer day
While warming these wings about to drown
When rain and winds tore my heart away.

My feet, so numb and wrinkled now,
Scratched the earth for seeds of tomorrow
In parched earth broken by the rusted plow,
Searching for hope, but only finding sorrow.

Such a beauty of the midnight forest deep,
A gentle wisp of life, about to embark
On this journey into winters eternal sleep,
Breathing softly, fading slowly, in the dark.




Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2006-02-27 at 04:19

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Veld Cooper
Beautiful and thoughtful in terms of what our feathered friend have to endure.
2006-03-03