The owl and the tanager

All I had hoped for I kept inside your car, the rabbit in the barn. Most of all I wait, I wait beside the door; I wait beside the door. All I was wrong trembling in the cage, I was diamonds in the cage. In seven hours I consider death and your father called to yell at me: "You little boy, you little boy".

Found out you cheated me, I ran behind the barn and cut my hands somehow. Blood in the meadowlark, I punched your ears instead, I punched you in the head, you only laughed and laughed and laughed... How I was wrong tingling from the kill,tickle me until, you devil bird, you evil still. Slept on my arms, I was sleeping in the sill, I was sleeping in the room with you..."You little boy, you little boy".

How could you run from me now? The loneliest chime in the house, you let it out you let it out... Come to me Calvary still, I'm weeding and raking until, I'm bleeding in spite of my love for you... it bruised and bruised my will.

Counting alluvial plains, the breathing inside of the range, you touched me inside of my cage, beneath my shirt your hands embraced me. Come to me feathered and frayed, for I am the ugliest prey. The owl, the reckless reckless praise.

You said you'd wait for me, down by Tannery Creek. Far out by the roadside where we used to kiss behind the sheets. Wrapped in a blanket of red, the Owl and the Tanager said:

"One waits until the hour is death"