I think this bird has been following me.
No, no, I'm entirely serious.
You see, I do believe in signs and wonders. But this is new...
Waking me up with its song; chirping around, yet always out of sight. Never once does it partake in the meals so diligently prepared for its distant kin. Singing a different tune when I'm out and about, this time in view.
And really, it could be multiple fiends of one family, sending not signs, but living their lives
(asserting themselves and happily mocking my race?)
Yet...
Yet...
Yet it seems to be just one, and I seem to remember it too - the brown, the blue, the small crying voice and the simple old song.
I should recognise it, I think, yet I'm confused, almost willing to apologise: "Forgive me, but do I know you? Should I?"
As the old woman said: "...I was blessed to never see my past loves..."
But I'm never that lucky, always doomed to see faces. Maybe now it is a poor soul haunting me, sealed away without a face, speaking words I could never hope to comprehend, denied it as I am.
What should I do, be that the case?
Simple, as always. Turn away and only listen with my heart, anxious for my mind to answer with recognition. Fearing that this mind, this heart is a lie.
When has ever anyone loved this monster so much, to seek it out in such a peaceful life, willingly?
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pictured above: the bird in question
YOU ARE READING
To you, I sing across the moon
PoetryOne day I sat down and spun a story to the stars above. Hoping they can keep a secret. But the moon, that traitor, turned around and told you everything I said. About you. And about this world. All my little idle thoughts grew roots and flesh. No...
