Turning The Song Into A Prayer

Wandering in the Forest
I find myself in the local cemetery
I am the only one awake
the sun is just breaking through the East
behind me
and I found Janes Weeping Angel
she has just purchased it and had the
delivery company set it up
over the top of her sons casket
the pain still so new, so deep
as new as the angels blue poured wings are.

I take a few shots of the Huge angel
weeping into the ground behind her hands
when I notice the Blue Jay sitting on the wing
that is the closest to The Boys Remains.

The Bird gives off a loud cry, not once but
thrice, and each time he cries, he turns on the
angels wing. Sideways, facing away from me
and then finally bowing at the casket area that the
boy rests in.

He posed for just a few seconds, gave a cry
and off he flew. I had to look around to
get my bearings after that wonderful Prayer
I witnessed to a Young Boy...

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