Little bird

An angry sun gleamed through glass
And the sultry wind danced around
Two three minds were moving on
Hoping to see their little bird


Expletive words and occasional sobs
Weighed the car down and made it sway
Ignoring the sway they moved on
Hoping to see their little bird


Under the sun on dusty paths
Vultures looked on with bloodshot eyes
Staring ahead they moved on
Hoping to see their little bird


On that flinty asphalt road
The car zoomed on with its terminal sway
Like a lightning the mighty crash came
Twisting the metal and tearing the flesh


With an interested air the vultures came
And found death dancing around
A baby’s cry and a fathers groan
Made them sing their morbid song


Straining her wings the little bird came
And saw their eyes glassy and cold
She opened her mouth but made no sound
Hugged all of them and closed her eyes


The vultures waited feigning sleep
Sensing a feast on this splash of flesh
The little bird slept hugging it all
And dreamt of her nest and its haunting dreams