☆ last bird ☆

See the dust collecting like fog

Brushed up from cars on roads

Thick and white and draped

Weighing down roofs, bed covers and necks

Morning and night

Listen

Can you hear any birds?

I heard the cry of one

In the blue of night

And I heard 

It was the last of its kind

Crying out a melodic wish

A lonesome call

But no one was left

Who could sing that song