Bird

All the blue of day slipped quietly away

the drowsy lake waved the sun to sleep

with glints of gold and blue in steely colors.

At the closing of day 

the blackened pines faded away

a lone call was faintly heard

a sadness, the weeping of a bird.

How you flew, newly feathered

a fledgling falling from the sky

but upwinds sailed you far and high

carried you strong through clouds

winged and wild your arms

fingers running through

the updrafts of cold,

cool then warm.

He, a bird hunting

Prey reigns, winged catching a kill

Eyes to pierce the night