#405
Black Bird
I met a Blackbird eye to eye,
Sitting in the sultry sky.
His yellow eye looked down at me;
How can such a Blackbird be,
I wondered, as the spin began.
Or was it me the world outran?
The demon bird hopped off the sky,
Vanished from before my eye.
I scratched my head in puzzlement,
Called it a dream down somewhat bent.
But now I'll always test the air
Before leaving my big-dad chair.