the bird

knows not why She falls from the sky,

knows not why the once light turns to night,

knows not why the fun is all done,

only to huddle and cuddle what’s left near and dear-

however and always upon Her return,

rejoices in song and thoughts of a sky

as night becomes light and does not ask why,

and sips from the unbeknownst promise

of a new which had been written in the dew,

while asleep- while asleep,

with You.