I hear anguished cries of pain and grief,
But I stay here on my perch and not leave until briefed
By the half moon spectacled man whom I knew so well,
His portrait popping up as an ominous mare do well.
I hop from my perch,
Gliding to the highest tower,
Then falling to its base, faster and faster,
Till I reached him
He looked like he was sleeping,
That dear man who raised me from an egg
I flutter to his side,
Brushing against the eerily warm skin
I nuzzle his face, to wake him,
As I did as a hatchling
But still he does not stir
Does not look up and greet me with a smiling face
The grief wells as I discover the truth
That my master, my friend is now among the dead…
I begin to cry out my song of anguish and grief
Trying to express the melancholy
For hours and hours I sing, 'til all should be asleep
I stop; turn to look at my master's face
And nuzzle the lined yet soft cheeks
With that last act,
My Song for him
I take flight
Away from this place, now strewn with sadness
Away from my home
Away from my master's friends
And loved ones
Away from those I love
For that he is gone
There is little reason to stay
Save to symbolize the old days
I spread my wings and silently lift off
Tears still falling down my face…
I will go afar,
Not to be heard from again
But still I must say
The irony in a way
By leaving a feather behind
For a phoenix marks an ending
And beginning
The end of one life
Gives life to another
As I fly away, I wonder if they will know what it means
But alas, perhaps not
For the only one who really understood
Is now farther from me then I could ever have imagined