The Black Bird

the black bird flies
and loses itself in the darkness of
the night
not stopping going beyond
fog
wanting to find the star

tired it stops for rest on top
of the highest cliff
looking the plains below
house like dots

alone
and lonely perhaps but strong and
determined
tonight it starts again
its journey
to nowhere

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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