The Black Stork

He drives through the stormy, rainy night,
On rough country roads lacking light,
And hears his sick child from the backseat cry:
"Father, father, turn the speed high,
I see a black stork crossing the sky,
He wants to take me far, far away,
To a scary place where I don't want to stay,
The stork, the stork has a red, burning eye,
And closer, and closer to me does he fly,
Oh father, oh father, speed up the car,
Before the stork takes me to some distant star."
But that very night his child died in the car...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz