XV: Fall
Tell me of all the songs you’ve heard them sing:
the birds that perched above your trembling head.
What melodies did feathered fam’lies bring
to rest within the branches of your stead.
And were the others round you just as rare?
As loved by heav’n and beautiful as thee?
Did they, too, float upon the open air
with naught but one short tether to a tree?
Like kite…
