The Song Bird


The songbird fluttered down and stood
Upon my bedroom window sill
To sing his song of loneliness
And serenaded me until

I ventured out; he ventured in,
But once more out the window flew
When I returned. He understood
My cozy cage and now he knew

My loneliness was far worse yet
Than ever he thought his to be.
So, as I in my bedroom sat,
He often serenaded me

Until, one day, the songbird flew
Straightway into my window pane.
I had that day the window closed
When first began to fall the rain.

So, fatally, the songbird tried
To gain my warm security
As I, imprisoned, looked outside
And cursed responsibility.

The same, yet not, songbird and I,
Our daydreams ended swiftly then.
The little songbird died without;
My envy died within.



Randal A. Burd, Jr. is an educator, freelance editor, writer, and poet. His poetry has most recently been featured by Halftime Magazine, The Society of Classical Poets, Rue Scribe, and Ancient Paths Literary Magazine. He received his Master's Degree in English Curriculum & Instruction from the University of Missouri. He currently works on the site of a residential treatment facility for juveniles in rural Missouri. He lives in southeast Missouri with his wife and two children.  

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