Gaudy finch

The night was full with lit suspense

And gaudier was the finch who cried

Amidst the flames that fought relent

The bird singing his black goodbyes

Thus in compliment of bright yellow hues

Flames licking up the branching tree

Not of their anger did pity imbue

Nor can flame have mercy

And yet as flightless songbird perched

High in the leaves crackling with heat

All at once the fires smirched

And fell back with fast retreat