On Wings Of Midnight Black I Fly

On Wings Of Midnight Black I Fly

By the gentle breeze lifted high.

Twisting turning I hear the wind sigh

Fields of green below me lay

Where little lambs do gamble and play

 

From the nest where it has been

A man thing at the gate is seen

Watching monster in the field

While counting up the harvest yield

 

Spread below in patchwork play

Pecking and chasing on their way

In a meadow dotted white on green

A flock of geese there can be seen

 

Rushing water turns and tumbles

While over stones it foams and bubbles

Plays hide and seek between the trees

Rattling the pebbles a sound to please

 

The trees in the field a circle do make

Their branches strong and hard to break

Their leaves are thick and shelter give

A nest to hold and safety live

 

A line so straight and dirty black

Through the land runs like a crack

As with a knife it has been cut

To leave scar where it is put

 

While on round feet it runs

On this road a monster comes

As it moves black smoke to the sky does reach

While it roars and growls on its way to the beach

 

I see my mate she starts to climb

I turn to follow I know her mind

I climb up high the wind to find  

So as not to be left behind

 

I see the monster leave the field

Now the ground its bounty will yield

My mate a feast she knows is spread

And with a full belly we shall go to bed

 

A nest of twigs so round and firm

Will hold us both though I must squirm

My mate warm our brood must keep

While I must doze and never sleep