that bird that sang

(a rondeau  poem)

that bird that sang, from tree to tree

as happy as a bird could be

dancing, darting from limb to limb

before the storm came rolling in;

   O foul tempest, O cruelest siege!

branch upon branch, leaf upon leaf

did sway and swing, did crack beneath

the sweetest song, the softest hymn...

   that bird that sang

had i the strength i’d halt with ease

and cast that storm back out to sea

O swallowed sky, O swirling wind,

my pleasure’s lost as the hour dims;

i’m left to mourn with memories...

   that bird that sang

(Bird In The Storm by Topaz98 on imgur.com)