The Night Young Bird Poem by Abdullahi Olamide Balogun

The young night bird
Once soared through the sky
Flapped its wings
And sang its lullaby
Its feather, black and sparked

The bird, held in the snares of its tree
And its nest, cold and tattered
The stubborn bird struggles to be free
Its limit tightened on its neck
Its mind, less relent.

The young night bird
Slump against the earth
Its feather, turning brown and grey
The dust, out of its idle wings
And its voice sings to be free

The young night gather its dusk
And a glimpse of light rescue the bird
The night young bird
glides with elegant flight
And soar before the darkening storm