Cold truthA Poem by SorenOf all the songs I've heard it is the night bird that has the loneliest word On the dark breeze does sail her tale with a mournful wail From beneath the lees of a dead tree's leaves come her pleas Cold eggs rest in a bare nest no longer warmed by a parent's breast Her lifelong mate has met his fate now warming the dinner plate
© 2025 SorenReviews
|
Stats
78 Views
3 Reviews Added on December 2, 2025 Last Updated on December 2, 2025 |

Flag Writing