It's the shadow in the dark

it's the silver in the park

it's the broken, faded bird

you've learned to call your heart



it's not a border that you can see

just as plain as you or me

i can't throw the lock back

and i don't have the key



it hovers in the living room

just above the door

it whistles while it hangs there

feathers dripping from every pore

they show the spectacle of falling

and settle to the floor