A detour.
A confrontation.
Where did such an anomaly come from?
Had my guilty heart actually bled
enough blood to penetrate the frozen walls?
A crow nestled on my shoulder,
cawing in my ear to iritate me so.
But why?
Had this bird so saught to anger my
wintery wrath,
or had it come to tempt me?

I stand upon a sea of ice,
barron is it's appearance.
I and a bird.
There we stood side-by-side as time
froze
and there we battled it out in a mental
war.
Yes, this demon had come to release
my heart,
but no bird would have at my body and
as sun began to rise,
to scourn me once more,
I seized the bird and put it to rest.
As it passed on,
the sun slowly sunk into the eart.

©2000 Michael A. Casares