Blackbird and the Night

It isn't safe at night. 17th of March, 2013.

Goodbye, little blackbird,

with your little sunken eyes,

black feathers shining

with precious moonlight.

The wolves sing a song

into the dead of night.

Can you feel the chill in the air

that grips you tight and bites?

But sorry, little blackbird

with yellow eyes so bright.

Goodbye, little blackbird.

I am the hungry night.