by Randal A. Burd, Jr.
Wednesday, December 04, 2002
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The songbird fluttered down and stood
Upon my bedroom window sill
To sing his song of loneliness
And serenaded me until
I ventured out; he ventured in,
But once more out the window flew
When I returned. He understood
My cozy cage and now he knew
My loneliness was far worse yet
Than ever he thought his to be.
So, as I in my bedroom sat,
He often serenaded me
Until, one day, the songbird flew
Straightway into my window pane.
I had that day the window closed
When first began to fall the rain.
So, fatally, the songbird tried
To gain my warm security
As I, imprisoned, looked outside
And cursed responsibility.
The same, yet not, songbird and I,
For two lives ended swiftly then.
The little songbird died without;
My envy died within.
Copyright © 1998 by Randal A. Burd, Jr.
Publications: Rolla, MO: Southwinds, Winter 1998; Sterling Heights, MI: Crossroads, Illiad Press, 1998
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