birdlife

Birdlife matters: God sees the tiny sparrow where it falls.
Black lives matter:  God hears the bruised, the broken, when he calls.—cab

nor shall you hear my song,
you infidel,
though all my days prolong
you in this hell.
no descant shall be formed
upon my tongue
though all my sense were charmed
and from me flung.

this caged bird does not sing
to entertain
the likes of prince or king
or chamberlain;
may silence me consume
till I am dead,
before, in this dark room,
your ears are fed.

what though before me loom
 a lofty man,
your temporary bloom
is sleight of hand!
this tiny bird shall watch
a giant fall,
when soon my feathered thatch
the skies enthralls.

© Copyright 2020 June 29
by Clyve A. Bowen♫