Bird’s Eye View
By Cristina PhillipsA bird flew to my window
And looked me in the eye
From the sadness of his look
I began to cry
It has happened before
When my companion refused to sing
That cold glassy stare I know what it means
There was the taste of death upon his wing
Confused as a vision of my love appeared
I cried while thinking he’s goneThen I was over come with peace
When I realized I was wrong
I watched him cry for so long
He curled on his bed
There he sat holding a picture of me
It was my death instead