an exit for the pit-bird

a trill to start
the song

yellow bird
golden cage
brightness taken down
into the darkness
to sing

hope
laughter
sun and the blue
of sky

the green of grass
the clear of day
joy

the lightness of a heart

sometimes
the song slows down
like a tune
forgotten

every now and then
every once
in a while

and sometimes it’s a struggle
to make a sound
the dark denies

sometimes
in the darkness
the sound of the pit-bird
dies


© Frank Prem, 2007

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