The Last Visitor

A little black bird sung a marvelous tune,

As he stood perched outside my window.

It came as no surprise to me,

Fore old Grandfather Clock had become silent just moments ago.

Death had come for a visit.

 

He called my name and beckoned me,

With the pleasant song he sung.

Running to the ledge,

I said my last goodbyes.

I shed human flesh and became a bird.

 

Leaving behind a single yellow feather

To sit upon the floor,

I jumped into the serene sky

And lifted strong wings of freedom upward

As I went Skyward.

Author's Note

I'm not quite sure if I like this one.

Reviews

[Jordan's Back]

I really Enjoyed this, it has a uniqueness to it, and It makes you fly skyward with you, the buildup to the even is magnificent and the whole climax just braces you on edge. another Wonderful Write.

[devon]

Thanks, again! :)

[Cathy Wattam]

This is quite a fantastical poem, looking at an alternaive view of death. I liked it. Amazing where our imaginations can take us.......

[Solomon]

... needs work

[Lumière Dé..]

Sigh. When I grow up I wanna be just like you :)

[Jaslin K]

this is quite different and fantastic. I loved the change that overtakes the narrator. it reminds me of when a kid becomes an adult, its basically like stepping into a new world. nice job

[just is]

I really enjoyed the imagery of your second stanza,
This is very interesting, but I love it, amazing write.

[devon]

Thanks so much!

:)

[Forbidden Poet]

This is a very interesting and captivating write. I like the choice of words used. It does feel a little rushed at certain points, but it also has an air of tranquillity to it. Overall I really enjoyed this piece!