the dark bird is back
bigger than before, not as big as when she’s done
what made you think, little chick,
that you were anyone?
the dark bird is back
meaner than before, and hungrier by half
what made you think, little one,
you were getting out of that?
the dark bird
the dark bird
she’s back.
Coal Black's House Of Pain 
Eerie and disturbing, and infalibly true–the heart is always full of a haunting of birds.
Always a special pleasure when Coal Black is back!
Yay, she’s back!
This gave me chills.
Some call it the black dog, some the dark bird, but it is relentless no matter how it comes. The short lines, the repetition–all just so, and in a way I wish I had written this, and in another I’m pretty damn glad I did not.
I had an interesting exchange with someone recently when I penned a Black Dog piece. She takes in rescue dogs and her observation was that the black one’s were more often than not the most loving.( and the hardest to find homes for) She didn’t like the negative association handed to the dogs that were black. I thought it fascinating and after some introspection re titled my poem. It also gave me an opportunity to reframe the Black Dog.
I like the use of Dark Bird here and I think there is plenty of mythology behind that too.
Well written and meaningful to me.
oooh! love this!
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This is the trick, I guess:
“meaner than before, and hungrier by half” … Getting meaner and less hungry; being satisfied on less … or eating more. But there’s something wise in the first approach, I think … shrinking the stomach, metaphorically speaking.
That has nothing to do with your poem.
I think the dark bird is cancer, or some other disease.