Just something I wrote up, more connected to myself than Young Justice or Robin….
Black Bird
A sweet magnolia
Sitting in a tree
Large and green
Tall and free
A dark black bird
Crumbled in the ground
Alone in the shadow
Of the tree
A flock of birds
Soaring in the sky
Squawking down as
Going by
The small black bird
Just a whisper in the wind
Lost to all
And lost to them
Cries of hurt
Cries of pain
Cries of joy
And everything
Crying up to the sky again
Cries lost in the wind