Over the hill
A bird softly sings
A sad chirp
Off dewy grass rings
Forlorn and forgetful
It pumps its wings
As a thunder storms
The lighting softly stings
There was a tapping
That made it turn its head
It creeped up louder
Filling a little heart with dread
Beating its chest
Like the doldrums do
A quiet quest
As the solemn bird flew
Sore and soaring higher
It’s wings grew tired
The whispers of a liar
The bird now expired
Plummet back to Earth
It hit with a thud
Decaying in a hearse
And buried in the mud
There was a sad chirping
It’s haunting dewy hills
In the darkness it’s lurking
Lies always ****