Black Birds Poem by Josh Ras

Swiftly doth the blackbird fly
Loudly dost it piersome cry
Fleeting, fleeing cross the sky
Needs no rhyme no reason why
Free to be but by and by
It hears a shrillsom fleet reply
Alighting from some mighty pie
And feels compelled to make reply
Cast off your shackles! Quick! Belie!
Content not trapped within that pie
Uprise and do not be denied!
Let not that pie sound your demise
There’s much more room for you to fly
Out here beneath this endless sky!