The Calm Before the Storm

The mighty bird soars above,

Quickly to tell his love.

He senses the odd serenity,

The others mock his obscenity.

The clouds loom over the moon,

As he wraps her in his wing cocoon.

They flap to freedom-which is a lie,

A bullet pierces the sky.

The calm is destroyed,

The others attempt to avoid.

None prevail besides our strong bird,

The lonely one's vision, by tears, is blurred.