Black Birds-C. James Conrad

Rain drips off his black beak as he caws a curling shrill Lingering perched unimpressed outside my window sill Signs omens sympathies Intertwined complexities A lock box of humanity; haven't yet found the key Make what you will of me Questions seep into my mind as his dead eyes stare me down What's behind this messenger with news for king and crown? Signs omens sympathies Intertwined complexities A lock box of humanity; haven't yet found the key Riddles, questions taunting me But that bird doesn't sing 'cause it has an answer It sings, sings, sings because it has a song Black feathers ruffle on its back as gloomy thoughts forebode He smirks and notes my gray hairs as if all has been foretold Signs omens sympathies Intertwined complexities A lock box of humanity; haven't yet found the key Riddles, questions taunting me But that bird doesn't sing 'cause it has an answer It sings, sings, sings because it has a song Black birds in the rye Black birds singing lullabies No that bird doesn't sing 'cause it has an answer It sings, sings, sings because it has a song