Little Black Bird Poem by >Starr Williams<

Little black bird, on the telephone line.
I can hardly see your eyes, but you’re staring in mine.

Little black bird, sitting up so high.
What secrets do you know? Are they secrets of the sky?

Little black bird, why do you not sing?
It’s as if you know to much, to let your melody ring.

Little black bird, tell me, why are you so sad?
Is everything around you, really so terribly bad?

Little black bird, on the line, you are a symbol of the mellow,
making a tiny black silhouette against the sky, of pink and yellow.

Little black bird, when you calmly fly away,
I will remember forever, the silent lesson given here today.