Black Bird of Happiness
Cross-legged on a bench near the grass
Warm air caressed bare feet.
I met a girl, no more than a foot tall
She was rolling in the grass,
But stopped when she reached
My discarded sandals.
Standing, she looked up at me, and I
Peered down from the edge of my book
She whispered gibberish and waved her arms about
-A vain attempt at explanation-
I looked up at the sun and then
Back down at this nymph-like girl,
In a skirt whispering gibberish,
She rustled through my bag-
She grabbed a pen,
And sketched a black bird near my foot.
Switching into a soft accent, she
Climbed the arm of the bench,
Leaned toward my ear and told me-
This will bring you contentment.
This will bring you love.
You’re going to be happy.
Please, trust me.
Warm air caressed bare feet.
I met a girl, no more than a foot tall
She was rolling in the grass,
But stopped when she reached
My discarded sandals.
Standing, she looked up at me, and I
Peered down from the edge of my book
She whispered gibberish and waved her arms about
-A vain attempt at explanation-
I looked up at the sun and then
Back down at this nymph-like girl,
In a skirt whispering gibberish,
She rustled through my bag-
She grabbed a pen,
And sketched a black bird near my foot.
Switching into a soft accent, she
Climbed the arm of the bench,
Leaned toward my ear and told me-
This will bring you contentment.
This will bring you love.
You’re going to be happy.
Please, trust me.