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The Black Bird

By Dusti Rodes | Category :: Poem


I see him,
Everywhere, everyday.
The blackbird.
Here, near and far away.
The blackbird.
Tilling the dark brown soil.
The blackbird.
Continuing in his daily toil.
The blackbird.
Colliery coal-face in colour.
The blackbird.
Eyes that glint,
With a light,
Like no other.
The blackbird.
I see him,
On a fence.
The blackbird.
In a hedge.
The blackbird.
Reflected in a window.
The blackbird.
Perched high,
In a solitary tree.
The blackbird.
I see him,
But does he see me?
The blackbird.
Watching,
Waiting.
The blackbird.
Demonic soul-seeker.
The blackbird.
Hell-sent carrion eater.
The blackbird.
Herald to the Grim Reaper.
The blackbird.

And his name is Death.

By Dusti Rodes | Aug 13, 2013 | Category > Poem >Death | Comments 1 | Views 1776

 
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BARNA KALITA
Great Ink Dusti Rodes.
 

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