Songbird’s Tale

Songbird’s Tale

Wasting in the morn-lit pucker,
the sun whisking my cheek,
a song sinking into my ears,
lips trying to whistle along –
unbeknownst to my languished heart
a tale speaking my soul,
I heard a bird with tunes so sweet,
yet bitter with clarity.

Amiss, amiss the tweets did chirp,
a melody not rare,
trumpeting other’s sad similar tales,
a twit, a twitter –
fluttering in wings symphony,
though it felt as only my own –
it was my personal song.

He came in midday,
to pounce upon me cheer,
the singular melodious rhyme,
seeking to heal a tattered heart –
that flapped in open cavity’s hole,
his canto spilling whirlpools –
treble piercing gliding chants,
seemed lost so long ago.

Encompassed by honey drip sounds,
railing my insides exposed,
caroling into my breathe –
fidelity keeping hold,
a stranger once –
they stole my love,
no, I gave it away,
and stranger; no
familiarity the whole time –
tender little bird sang me so,
the story billowed in lyric.

When evening came,
my lyrical muse,
poured out all he knew –
the chorus rang on,
the concert no end –
chronicles set in epical prose.

Bird still singing to this day,
soothing in my ear,
the lovely tale –
ingrained music notes,
floating through my veins,
breezing nights –
memories wail,
resilient scales –
escalate my whispering tears.

Singing my song of remembrance,
symbols once seemed shriveled –
no sound,
until his beak pricked my spirit,
his talons reaching deep down –
arise old and new –
the tale is alive;
it never lost its tune.

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