Comments about Robert McCallum
The Black Bird
O’ the black bird this final twilight brings,
He comes this night upon stealthy wings
And thus to this I am fraught with dread,
For darkness knells; O’ whither shall I tread?
Upon the ethereal wind this bird has flown,
Traversing the endless distance of the unknown
And he has transcended a grey December sky
To herald that now my end is nigh!