A plaintive song a black bird sang,
before he took to flight.
He did talk to remind me,
to be cautious of night.
I did see as he did fly,
he left a gift for me.
Some of what he ate that day,
flew right upon my knee.
Though he was so black as night,
I sent him a wish strong.
Telling him I was of light,
and knew I’d feel no wrong.
For the night has stars so bright.
They dance yes every night.
I have angels round me now.
Their cool and out of sight.
StarBG © 2017
inspired by Timothy. Just as I finished a black bird decided to sing. He approves. :)