The Bird Poem by Katherine Byrd

Look at me.
What am I?
The girl in the corner,
A person left to die.

Where is the hope?
I am at the top of the mountain,
Hope is down the slope.
I do not intend on going down.

I turn my eyes
To the gray sky
I see a bird as it tries
To glide; but it stops when it sees me.

I reach up my hand
To the precipitating sky as I see you come down
To soundly stand
On my withering hand.

You are a raven; yes?
But your eyes are so crystal blue
And your touch is so gentle, but enslaving no less.
I caress you with my hand.

As I do, your wings flutter
Toward the sky of cumulonimbus.
Now, the ground looks as if it is clutter
And I realize I am in the air with you.

I see the world
In a different way;
You begin to grow on me
And I hope with me, you will stay.

We land in an immense tree.
As your beak touches my lips,
I dropp to my knee
And my eyes fall closed.

I hear you speak
And I awaken.
However, I am weak.
We both know you can make me well.

A prince you are, for now, yet a bird
You gently raise me up and we glide together.
I know this sounds absurd,
But I never want this to end.