The death bird screams in the chill of the night <br />Flying through the tree branches <br />Making themselves scarse <br />Wind blowing through his wings <br />The moon being covered bu the clouds, <br />like a knight in shining armor <br />As the church bells ring, the towns people sleep in fear <br />Gentlemen stumble drunken giddy with the sweet intoxicating life and alcohol <br />Their bodies numb with joy <br />The people do not know the death bird sings for a lost soul <br />The man on the streets who has never found love <br />His blood pumps feriously through his body <br />A thousand thougths running through his mind <br />As the death bird screams above his head <br />Just waiting for death to cross over the dark fearful man<br /><br />Shelby Jasmin Estrada<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-death-bird-2/
