Someone Will Kill The Bird...A Poem
Someone will kill the bird engrossed in song
that sings of soul and nature's meshing aim;
hawk golden-eyed highest in shining light;
owl that slides, hoots horrific in dark night;
earth-brown woodchuck in transit from its hole,
hands to chest, testing dandelion air.
Someone will kill the artist, vision-rich
in decay-defiant ability,
easel-engrossed in simple, mighty song;
the poet deep in sensibility,
sublime in choice, eternal, hallowed voice,
all-conscious of impending, wolfish death.
Despite all foes, bird and man continue
in their high-cost quest, gladly, sadly so;
must always move in creativity,
their lives alive with bright proximity
to beauty's truth, time's trackless truth of beauty,
matching deep within a sight, a sound, a song.
Copyright by Don Gray
Don Gray Art • Poems