The Chase

A silly blackbird whispered a tune for me,
One that managed to overshadow my misery.
I allowed its sweet melody to tingle my spine,
Each note urging me to make him mine.

With a hungry will, I chased him through a jungle mess,
Scraped knees and blood-soaked sweat dancing from my chest.
His hurricane wings began to falter, as he perched upon a lonely branch,
And with haunting eyes, he looked down at me to say-

“All that glitters is not gold.”