Bird

Yesterday, in the early morning,
I heard you speak.
Just your bleak
Cry and I,
Ere the light was dawning.

I think on Macbeth
And the impending death
Of another year.
A bird, often unheard,
But forever here.

8 thoughts on “Bird

  1. V.M.Sang

    Yes, the death of another year. Many are looking forward to it, but there’s no guarantee the next will be any better.
    Your poem is thoughtful and beautiful, Kevin.

    Reply
    1. K Morris Poet Post author

      I agree with you that many people will be glad to see the passing of 2020, but that there is no guarantee as regards 2021. I’m delighted you like my poem, Vivienne. Best wishes. Kevin

      Reply

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