While
lonesome walk observing winds
what be that
sound bizarre
a screeching
noise from wooded place
that drew my
thoughts afar
A quest now
bent upon my mind
discover that
within
this forest
racket volume raised
by myst'ry
thickened gin
Thus peer
within the treelined brush
mine eyes and
ears attune
to my
surprise a blackened flock
of grackles,
crows and goons
With
tweeting sounds and scratching caws
the hidden
birds did chime
their
conversations unbeknown
to n'er but
one mankind
Then drawn in
far with deep inspect
one bird did
cackle loud
as though in
panic deepened grief
cried louder
than the crowd
And down
below one damaged fowl
lie on the
ground beneath
with
twitching wing and fainted breath
closed eyes
and summoned grief
For twas it's
life that now be gone
that caused
onlooking yak
for once the
spirit didst depart
t'would never
more be back
Broke-hearted
pain the creature stare
did flap and
screech in pain
with sighing
woes and misery
t'would never
see again
The notion
caught my inner soul
mine eyes
began to weep
with poor
winged foul identified
for loss of
love asleep
And groan did
I what men had lost
and screeched
within their hearts
their screech
from inner wooded place
while love of
life depart
For damaged
words did haunt their minds
of parents,
foes and friends
each one of
them did strike them down
thus
stripping joy within
Their
deepened feelings long been lost
now
desperately alone
the quiet
cackles of their heart
now silent
and unknown
And none doth
care their loneliness
with apathy
doth share
nor gaze upon
their longing face
that someone
look with care
To hear them
in their crying state
their shame,
depression, woe
while hope be
dashed by bygone loves
forgotten
past unknown
Their
blackened trail has led them far
to lie upon
grief's floor
the outward
quiet deep despair
that led them
to death's door
Thus peer
within the treelined brush
thine eyes
and ears attune
to see and
hear their screeching hearts
that life of
grief hath hewn
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