Scene 66: Little Darks

Something fluttered outside my window, tapping gently
I went to it, staring, puzzled
a little flutter of black, so sad and cold
I opened my window, and in it flew
resting on my shoulder

The feathery dark pressed up against my check, rubbing softly
I smiled lightly, sadly, sympathetic
the little flutter of black, so light and lonely
I patted its head, and it softly cooed
leaning on my neck

Another rapping sounded against the glass, peeking nervously
I beckoned it, welcoming, comforting
a second flutter of black, so weak and tired
I let it perch on my arm, letting it sit
sighing on my arm

Without pause a flock waited at my window, beating restlessly
I shrugged slowly, reaching, accepting
the flutter of the black flock, so hurt and lost
I let them surround me, getting heavy
smothering my body