Black Bird

The strange bird sings.
But only at night.
Imagine it´s voice, beautiful with a hint of fright.
I wonder why it´s afraid.
It´s eyes pierced into you.
Seemingly trying to stab you with it´s glare.
If you try to shoo it with your hand it won´t really care.
Over time I have come to realize that the bird was blind.
But it still follows you with its eyes.
Trying to see what wasn't there.