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The Blackbird- messenger
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
A blackbird tapped on my window today,
its eyes as yellow as piercing death
Blink less, cold and resolute,
the ceaseless drumbeat more warning
than wanting entry.
‘What, bird?’ I asked in mirth,
but its gaze hardened even more,
fixed on me, not some idle reflection.
I shooed it, my arms flailing,
but to no end, this black demon holding ground.
Its wings fluttered victorious,
a devious mind at work, an evil purpose,
nature’s messenger at my door.
I shunned it, its message lost to my glass walls,
I am the master of my castle.
The bird suddenly stopped and in the peaceful silence,
starred at me with wonder,
My shoulders gave way
and I went out to face my demon.
Its yellow eyes followed me, still blink less,
still locked with my confusion.
‘What have you to say to me, bird?’ I asked.
Its cry resounded in my head, unexpected,
echoing in my darkest recesses.
One more step I took, unafraid.
In a flurry of wings my evil friend took flight,
up and over me.
Then, a squelching sound upon my shoulder,
the message delivered in a neat marbled white.
A distant cry sounded with thanks.