A Black Bird Soars

Silvery flakes drifted downward
Glittering the light
of the harvest moon
A blackbird soars
A blackbird soars
He soars through the
Clear moonlit sky
He sings his beautiful melody
And fills the listless mind
He fills the mind
With thoughts of anger and hatred
With thoughts of war and despair
The blackbird sang
He sang to fill the silence
He sang of those who died
He sang of those who fought
He sang and he sang
Silvery flakes drifted downward
Blocking the light
Of the harvest moon
A blackbird soared
-Saadhumj
Category:Poems