Black Birds

I have a gift

I call it a quilt

But it’s not a quilt, it’s a poem instead

Please watch my words come together

to serve as my thread

I have a plan

But it’s difficult to see

But for now keep warm

from your head to your feet

Next close your eyes

and I’ll kiss your cheek

Black birds are outside of your window

They wait to hear what I will say to you

Little do they know,

I can fabricate clothes

to disguise you, and hide the truth

Yet I still worry

one line will be heard

and passed to the birds,

so protect these words,

threaded and sewn in a song

And for the life of me,

I hope to be wrong

I like to think

I could bend or break

all these beaks that keep on waiting

cause they don’t know,

I hold this love,

and it’s worth saving

I just hope

it's enough

to keep you from ravens

and I know you’re not ready to go,

but put on these new clothes

and gather your things

to put in a sack

and I will watch

as you slip out the back

and allow me to succeed

in what I set out to do

Now I am alone

and you’re not home

and the black birds of death

are still gathered outside of your window

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