my day is dark a lark

in the morning
the robin red breast sings.
a song a warble a chirp a trill.

the sun opens his eye
and smiles a while.

birds of a feather flock together.
a black dart across bleeding sky.

red robin mute.
cat got his tongue.

my father crawls across
my heart a trail of thousand ants.
my blood sweet nectar.

pierce my soul a drop
of oil.

the toil the strife this
heavy life.
my day drawn dark
my song a soft echo
from the dying lark.