Grey bird on a cold night
Grey bird on a cold night
I shut my windows off, so your feathers flapped in silence
Each starry gaze would seem you needed saving
Grey bird on a cold night
I did not need sweet songs this season
Each longing you showed seemed you needed saving
Grey bird on a cold night
I opened my windows, so your feathers danced in my face
Each dust sprinkled across my space like you needed my care
I touched your wings as you needed soothing for this moment
Grey bird on a cold night
Cozy in the comfort of my throne
Grey bird on a cold night
I fetched sweet plum pie baked in the secret places of my core
I did not need to hide this sweetness; It would seem you needed love
Grey bird on a cold night
You took the pie and plucked my eyes
Taking a branch from my red roses, you set to flee
Grey bird on a cold night
There’s not a glimpse of you at my window or roof shed
Grey bird on a cold night
I let you in with care, but you’ve set sail with theft
With feathers as bright as Saturday petals
I have no wish to pray for evil
But I hope that next time you’d show up at my window
watch as I adorn a purple bird in my warmer hands
Greg Bird on a cold night
Let my eyes teach you to see beyond Grey
Let the taste of the plum pie be a reminder of the sweetness