The Death Bird Sings
No movement could be made
No yell could be heard
The heart is disturbed.
Awaken with a great fright.
There was very little light.
It was in the middle of the night.
What had given this soul a fright?
Why could it not move?
Why could the voice not be heard?
What could it mean?
Or was it just a dream?
The body could hear
But not be heard.
The phone rings.
What news does this bring?
The death birds sing.
Not the death
Of the body
That lays still
On the bed.
But, the death of another.
What could this mean?
The death of a grandmother
Made the grandchild
A corpse in her own bed.
Two souls so close
When one is lost
The other feels
Their death.
