Invisible silently roaming around
Piakyree’s flimsy wings sweeping the ground,
Clawed splayed feet, two n’ half hands long
Click against stones as he sings his song
Low and mournful, grating to hear,
A song full of longing, loneliness, fear
His smooth scales blacklit by moonlight,
His liquid eyes a terrible sight
But the fear he owns as he wanders around
Looking for someone who cannot be found
Makes a yearning so deep in his heart start to swell
For someone in the last life he didn’t treat well
Regrets are wasted, appeals turn to stone
As he knows from now on
He’s forever alone.
© Suzy Rigg
Photograph courtesy of http://creativewriting.ie/
Conversation Between Friends 
Beautiful poem, it was always longing to make a fear. Because there is no hope in it.
Thank you for your comment; it is indeed a hopeless situation.
beautiful. It’s very lyrical. I can almost hear the music.
Goodness, thank you!