A solo bird

Calls into the air

Will another answer

Or does no one care;

Is his call

A welcome greeting

Or a dire warning

He keeps repeating;

From the branch

Of his spindly tree

He claws the bark

And flaps furiously;

As another dark bird

Flies too close

Solo bird maneuvers

And loudly croaks;

It’s clear this bird

Is happy alone

A gargoyle perched

In his skeletal home