WHITE BIRD IN THE DARK

It seems like I’m late,
Journeying athwart this dark expansive sky.
Perchance tonight I might die,
Bravely I fly on oblivious,
Yet instinctively cautious.
          Of the numerous structures.
          The have replaced natures
          Once habitable environs now gone,
          I dodged a statue dragon.
          But the smoke expelled fumigated my lungs,
          Residue of compounds, stuck to my snowy wings.

It’s dark, dead dark, from here,
What I can see are blindenning lights
Up here I feel feathery fear.
A jet roars over me with delight.
Almost knocked a signal pole,
Would have lost my soul.
              Lucky me! Fly on, bit shaken,
              Paths too long. Heading to heaven.
              Can’t locate my heightened abode,
              Should have used the road.


m.o.o the flocking change