Currently just posting some poems I wrote for an English class because I can. This one we had to write about birds that lived in my area. Enjoy : )
Who grieves those who die alone?
Who remembers the life lived?
The one that news of their loss brings no moan
The one whose funeral is not meticulously contrived.
They sit on your window sill,
They crowd your street lamp’s light,
Their haunting call summons a chill
Their ghostly forms cause a fright
Scientifically, named after a long lost
Princess, wife, and lover.
Commonly, laden with the cost
Of mourning forgotten lives that shouldn’t be over.
Champagne breast
That resembles the words that flow from the reverend’s mouth
Hallow Bones
That mimics his promises of the soul flying south.
The Mourning Dove proclaims and protects,
The memories of the alleged contempt.
We'll Be Fine 