Eventide's Audubon

Have you come here
To pay my birds a visit?

Then you must know
They sing songs
That both love & kill.

Exercise caution.
As you will.

The soft one perched upon
The lower branch
She sings of soft romance
But when the night wind 
Falls, deep & black
She'll drive her beak 
Through the your weak
Of your tired back.

The red eye, there, with
Bladed talons & blood fire jaws 
Releasing blood freezing caws,
When light rises
She becomes a dove of dawn-
Lush with love 
Blushed ruby with the most
Melodious song.

The silver one with
Whispered tears & trembles,
When the rain falls
She lifts to the clouds-
A kaleidoscopic dream, she resembles.

The one, yellowed, haloed in light,
Mirthful, joyous,
Blinds harshly, those with sight, but
To those who long years past
Went blind, she gives them
Something to hear-something sharp,
But kind.

And that one there, with 
An indigo hue, she's got a torn 
Vein in her heart, she's dying, 
A ravenous blue,
& she's gasping, but refuses
To fall apart.

Whisper softly, as you come near. 
They've got a wildly accurate ear. 
They'll flock & fall & tear apart
Any, of impure heart.

But if, you approach, whisper softly,
They'll look deep into your eyes
grant you reprieve
& take you deep into the 
Heaven of their skies.