Beckoning me from my bed
The bird sings a love song
She sings of life upon a land, free and brave
My beloved Cajun prairie
Oh, prairie, love of mine
I delight in your land sublime
Inherited from forefathers
with plenty of free-flowing water
My life sustaining land
With toes placed upon that land
Gripping toward its core
They sense this place as one of longing
Never more to roam
That bird, my friend, he’s sung before
This morning his song is so much more
Of longing, being and a sense of place
Sing my song, friend of mine
Of place upon a land
Where you and I stand as one
Our lives intermingled as father and son
My feet planted on the ground
Yours suspended within a space in the air
Free falling at times
But mostly with talons ready to clasp
I hear you from upon my bed
As I wake from a spring night sleep
Your greeting of friendship sustains my longing
I join you under an arbor of rich green hue color
Such love upon a land I n’er would see afar
But right here outside my door I’m serenaded of love galore
A friend, a bird, we’ve lived together for so long
I call you by your name, Songbird
One morning, my beloved I hear your notes of song
Clearly stressed more than ever before
Danger is heard within your screech
No longer chords of sweet honey melodies
I hear a boom, a screech and a thud
Silence wrenches my soul
A thud on the ground pronounces death
It’s raining blood from the heavens
Oh, friend of mine, a thud thumps perpetually in my ear
A fatal shot from some loose finger and you’re gone
Weeping for you, my feathered friend
Consoled in memories of song the day before
Honoring you oh lovely sacred friend
Upon the spot where you sang I listen to your silence
It deafens me to utter stillness
Of a loose finger plucking your life
I cherished you then
I cherish you now
Memory of your song is all I hear today
Sustains me with tears of joy
A friend that was, is still today
Memory serves me well
Beckoning morning song to me
Where you perch a memory alit upon a tree
🦶 Cajun
4/17/24
The Barefoot Cajun 