Until then

The Black Noddy

I lay here in wonder why I was one of few chosen, or more accurately, why I was not.

Unwanted and unloved, my branch bid me goodbye, a dry little leaf, just a nothing left behind.

Oh, how the days go by so slowly, looking up. Waiting for that one step, the one that will destruct.

Autumn blew through my world, leaving me with no worth, until I was taken to heights of wooden hurst.

The cloaked stranger, stark black, except a hat of white. A purpose I was given, near the shores and tide.

By the sea, the black noddy put me to use. Picked by wings, out of all the fallen leaves to choose.

My true intent now coming to manifest, the eggs of my dark friend cradled within my nest.

8/15/13