I’m in a contest I can’t win
Or even come in second.
My bird has flown from the streetlight arm
And taken promise with it.
Another lands and then departs
To mock my hopeful prayers
The sky teems with symbolic fowl
But I can’t suss their meaning.
A big one flew straight over me
But I can’t read its message.
Was it promising good health
Or telling me it’s sorry
That I’ll only get just what I have
To get me through tomorrow
And if I am not strong enough
The game will then be over.
Why are birds the messengers
In answer to my pleas
They send me signals I can’t read
And I walk on in darkness.
ljm
Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 2:02 PM UTC
I’m in a contest I can’t win
Or even come in second.
My bird has flown from the streetlight arm
And taken promise with it.
Another lands and then departs
To mock my hopeful prayers
The sky teems with symbolic fowl
But I can’t suss their meaning.
A big one flew straight over me
But I can’t read its message.
Was it promising good health
Or telling me it’s sorry
That I’ll only get just what I have
To get me through tomorrow
And if I am not strong enough
The game will then be over.
Why are birds the messengers
In answer to my pleas
They send me signals I can’t read
And I walk on in darkness.
ljm
I've fixated on birds as messengers from....God?