Metaphorical Birds

I watch
Perched on the fence is all the Hope
Her feathers ruffle with the wind
Her song fills the chilled air-
so beautiful and heartbreaking

I wait
The window doesn't change it's sight
All of the front yard
and the Hope perched on the fence
She waits, too
for a lover to come home

Her song doesn't change like
the days change
Her feathers don't fall
when her lover doesn't come back
I watch as Hope dies
Her song stops-
the air cold and crisp
Her limp form falls into the snow

I wait and watch-
maybe you'll come back
Hope doesn't fly away
alive and well
Her song died out long ago
burried in the snow

I wait until the red car
comes up the drive
I don't wait longer
Hope is officially dead-
She's ran over by the snow-chained tires
Tears come to my eyes when the song is
Forgotten

"He died a nobel man, Miss."
the suited man tells me

I still remember her beautiful feathers
being ruffled in the wind
Leaves surrounded her as
She waited.
She waits no longer.