the secrets out with a bird song. <br />this morning rose like a sunset <br />and everyone agreed that <br />something was ending. <br /> <br />and a red breast robin sat <br />high in a tree, preened his morning <br />coat, looked down on the world. <br />imagined himself a hawk. <br /> <br />and there’s a child outside my <br />door, begs to come in because <br />I haven’t smiled in some time, <br />and he misses kite flying. <br /> <br />and everywhere quiets slowly, <br />imagines itself somewhere, the <br />sun imagines itself a moon, this <br />hand imagines yours. <br /> <br />but nothing flies today, the <br />robin does not fly, the kite <br />does not fly, <br />and in a dusk down field <br />a hawk kills his prey.<br /><br />Ben Paynter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-all-the-king-s-horses-and-all-the-king-s-men/
