Bird and Bear

[refractinglight]

Bird and bear fell together in the month of May,
when the air was heavy and hung off our shoulders.
The bird was young and soft and fey,

born north of south of Virginias red clay,
drawn to the strong and the solid like boulders.
The bird kissed the bear in the month of May.

He would curl round her body in the weeds where they'd lay,
his fur soft and silky though he was quite older
than the bird, who was young and soft and fey.

'You belong in our nests!' cried the finch and the jay
As every winged suitor had told her.
But she was for the bear in the month of May.

She only laughed when he growled and would say
'My dear you are so much bolder!
Than the birds who are young and soft and fey'.

And though in the past she'd been know to stray
she twittered each time he'd enfold her
and wanted none but the bear even after May.

Perhaps she desired to feel like his prey
but all he desired was to hold her
(to hold the bird, so young and soft and fey).

The odd pair disappeared just the other day,
gone 'fore the air could turn colder.
Bird and bear fell together in the month of May,
when the bird was young and soft and fey.