Red Songbird Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

A small red songbird sat on the telephone wire
You sang so remarkably, that I stopped to admire
Never had I ever seen or heard any of the same...
a beautiful rarity with a melodic flame

After a brief concert, you noticed that I was spying
With quick awareness, you suddenly were flying
I don’t understand what could have been unsettling
I didn’t mean to make you think that I was meddling

Now that I’ve been privy to such a splendid treat…
Your absence leaves a wanting to be complete
Each day forward in time I will have a yearning
Faintly in my mind, I hear your serenade burning

Tomorrow I will seek a portal to your crimson delight
Please come again and bring pleasure to my sight
I may never see you again... your location is nameless
Your hello became goodbye... my search is aimless