A Bird So Fair

Brenda Miller

Stillness on the lake,

quiet as a butterfly;

not a sound on the wake,

the silence was broke with a cry.

Amongst a dewish cloud,

a cry floats out on wings;

'meow' said the cry aloud,

with such beauty, as a ring.

The flapping of a feather,

the whisping of the wind;

a swoop down amongst Heather,

silenced again as though it were pinned.

Resting there amongst the purple-rose blossom,

making not one sound aloud;

thanking the Father for what he did didn't cost him,

for he longed to be alive, so free as to fly amongst a cloud.

With the flapping of a wing,

and a swoop into the air;

he left away, almost with a ding(ing of a bell),

away he flew into the abyss of a cloud just like

                                                          a bird so fair.