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Originally Posted by amonkie
I've been reading/seeing a lot of different things lately that make references to crows - it was a refreshing difference to see your ues of an animal related to death in a more positive light.
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this got me to thinkg and i remembered another piece i had written that featured a bird. hope you enjoy.
The Bird
A bird soars across the nighttime sky,
The vibrant stars glistening off its silky black feathers,
This lone bird sees all of the earth unfolding underneath it,
As it effortlessly glides along on the wind to a destination yet unknown.
A boy almost the age of a young man walks through a field,
Keeping a watchful eye on this beautiful black beast gliding through the night sky,
He dreams of being a bird gliding through the night sky,
Without a care in the world only the stars on its silky black feathers.
The bird glides through the night sky revelling in the quietness,
The solidarity of being alone,
The world is at the tips of its wings as it flies over the endless expanse of the earth without burden,
Going where its heart leads it.
Oh how the boy wishes he could join the bird on this clear star-lit night,
Flying on the winds and a hearts desire,
To not have to worry about life or where he is going to spend his days alone,
But accompanied by the world and all the places he would venture.
Life passes by for this lone bird,
Not worrying what other birds think, what it will spend its days doing, whether it will find love or if it will die alone,
All it thinks about is the great expanse of earth it passes over, where its next meal will come from,
And an undeniable feeling to procreate when needed.
The young man walks through the field with many-a-thought on his mind
About where he is going with his life, love and a never wavering desire to see the world,
He sighs with a heavy heart as he thinks about what is coming, who is to come and where he will come to,
All of which he thinks about too much but cannot stop.
The bird changes direction not knowing or caring why,
Just that he got and impulse to fly in this new direction,
Not knowing or caring where it will end up, just going,
This is the life that has been bestowed on this lone bird.
The boy breaks from his dreams and turns for the house he calls home and the existence he calls life,
All the while thinking about the bird,
On his way home he makes the decision to change his ways and thoughts about life,
That he will now look at life in a different way and do what he wants and not let anybody stop him.
MARVIN DRAKE 2005