Howl

Across the silent Lonely night Under a moon So full and bright; A call echoes Through the air Questioning Are you there? A faint noise From afar Answers her In a distant howl; Uncertainty Comes to an end As he calls her home To be with him

Flock

Twisting and turning Together they drift Tossed on the wind The group does not split As a flock They’ll go where they’ll go But with just one flap Dissention does show There’s one who has chosen To separate On spread wings he’ll fly To claim his own fate

Pieces

It’s the pieces When combined That finish the design In a mosaic collection Gathered over a lifetime It’s the pieces Mended together Where broken edge Meets broken edge That turns imperfection Into a masterpiece instead