The Bird and Baby

Alas, the time is nigh,
The dreaded hour has come.
The bringers of day screech and cry,
Proclaiming despairing songs.

Tis time to rise and leave,
The place you lie and love.
Depart from home and wince,
Beneath the rays which lurk above.

And someday all will see it,
The way us so few do.
For now, Arise and Greet the Dawn.
I will rise along with you.

-For a friend on the other side of the world, whose night is my day.

Taylor Glenn Pritchard