Faye Sizemore

DARK BIRD

There is a dark bird
watching
… a dark bird
waiting
There is no use
to wonder
where his gaze
does fall
His eye is
upon us all
He is there
just out of sight
… every day
and every night
in the day’s sunlight…
and in night’s blackness
Against his stare
all are defenseless
Behind the shadows
built by the sun
above the meadows
where the creeks run
fed by the rivers
once so free…
I sense a dark bird
watching
… watching
and waiting for me…