The Chimney

An empty chimney in a burnt-down house,
the lonely, desolate bricks standing amidst the charred ruins of what was once home.
A blackbird a raven or a crow-
it does not matter, they are all the same-
flutters its wings and perches itself at the top of the tower.
Its loud caw echoes across the empty fields
where childrens’ laughter once echoed before.
The empty chimney is but a sad, forsaken reminder
of what once was there, and what was lost
to the fire that once lived within this bleak, abandoned smokestack.