one by one

the breeze wafts in with a humming sound 

I can hear the music, but not the words 

I strain my ears, all I can hear 

is the pounding of my heart 

the sky is dark with so many birds 

filling the trees and telephone wires 

they screech a horrible ringing sound 

it resonates, vibrates, stealing my thoughts 

as the shrilling gets louder, I cover my dreams 

cause they won't be chased away 

they start to fall one by one

dying from thirst and the desert sun 

till one is left and the music flows sweet 

its message carried on the mountain breeze 

she opens her bill, and all I can hear 

is the sound of your love for me 

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License