A bird

All alone in the
Lonely night
A bird does call
Mornful and full of
Sorrow is the call
For no answer
Is there ever going
To be
But always into
The night does
The bird call
Never getting a reply
Yet always must he
Call for the
The hope of
An answer
One lonely night
Stretches into many
Many turns into
Years yet ever
Does th bird issue his mournful and
Sorrow filled call
And still no answer
Has he ever
Gotten