09-26-2025, 03:14 AM
Notes: I have a call and response poem written about the starling girl haunting the mind of the thrush boy where she slowly drives him to insanity by repeating:
You''ll search the woods for the last of it all,
For when you meet your fate,
it will be inside it.
This is meant to be seen as the prelude for that poem.
You''ll search the woods for the last of it all,
For when you meet your fate,
it will be inside it.
This is meant to be seen as the prelude for that poem.
Bird Watching
A starling falls from the branches of spruce
somber shine finding her feathers
A symphony has found her
Now where hath the source be
Edging the lake a thrush hums a tune
A harmony far out-reaching
The hardness of rock contrary
To the allure of this boy
Strangers meeting eyes
at once the song may stop
A gentle voice interrupts silence
Beckoning the Starling closer
The boy studies her intently
Searching for familiarity
where there is not
The starling approaches closer
Step by step the thrush grows in size
Overshadowing the allure of a starling
Evoking fear from serenity
Ridding the forest of this starling