But Birds Alone Are Born So Light

All that can has come to pass.

Even that which people dread.

The predetermined struck in brass,

my faithful guide-dog guides ahead.

And forth it springs, a lively thing

takes paths meandering, too tight.

It tells all's well, a soothing ring,

but birds alone are born so light.

So on I chase, feet stiff and sore

my lead I follow wide awake;

Then I return, yanked from my snore

right to my hefty earthly aches;

lost deep amidst a crisis moral,

within the Soul – this hound won't bite.

The body sings in amorous choral,

blooms open for a Conscience flight.