BIRD SONG
Death Bed
BIRD SONG
THE CARDINAL, A MALE, APPEARED AS I SANG TO YOU AT YOUR BEDSIDE.
A SPIRIT SIGN FOR THE SOULS THAT ARE SOON TO BE RELEASED.
PERCHED ON THE BRANCH OF A NEARBY MYRTLE TREE,
CAMOUFLAGED, INITALLY, BY THE STRINKING RED BLOSSOMS THAT LIVED THERE.
A FLUTTER OF A SHADOW THAT PASSED BY THE PICTURE WINDOW OF THE ROOM SHE LAY IN.
HER LAST ROOM. HER LAST BED. POSSIBLY, HER LAST CARDINAL TO SHARE THE VIEW WITH.
I AM THERE, BY HER BEDSIDE, SINGING SONGS TO HER SOUL,
I AM THERE, BY THE WINDOW, SINGING SONGS TO MY SOUL.
WE ARE ONE, THE TWO OF US AND THE CARDINAL.
WE ARE INTERWOVEN THROUGH THE SOUNDS THAT SURROUND US.
MY SONG IS FOR HER.
MY SONG IS FOR ME.
MY SONG IS FOR THE CARDINAL. AND EVERY LIVING BEING, SEEN AND NOT SEEN.
THE WORDS COME THROUGH, NOT EXACTLY AS PLANNED.
OUR COMMUNION HAS IMPACTED THE MESSAGE.
WE ARE GREATER THAN THE SUM OF OUR PARTS.
WHERE LIFE ENDS, THE JOURNEY STARTS.
HER BODY REMAINS IN THIS, HER LAST PLACE OF REST,
CALM. STILL, READY TO FLY.
Cherise b.Creative June 2026