protruding from the sea of mist,
a blackbird on a pole
singing another desolate tune
on this weary day
it was calling to its friends
hidden in the fog
but it revealed itself to me
no other
it eyed me skeptically
but I still called out in tune to my ancestor
the shock, or maybe the look of curiousity
was clearly displayed
we called back and forth
some unsure information
all that was truly known between us that day,
was that we leaned much more than we knew