Black birds.

I once bred five black birds
Fluttering wings in the white sky
Camouflaged where were the herds
Of clouds shaping my sins awry

So bright were the speckles
The rays misguided my eyes
As I searched for the feathery freckles
Bathed in black were their cries

My numbness kept on pinching me
The white drapery was so sly
It imprisoned my eyes in its radiant glee
And blinded them to the birds too shy

So sudden was the sudden happiness
And I felt ecstatic and high
There were no misdeeds to stress
Of a deluded frenzy who never asked "why?"

So flawed were my perceptions
Soon each of their feathers failed to comply
And one by one fell from their lesions
As my little black birds began to die.

A little mellow is a human essential, dear fellow.