昨夜的暴风雨
                    像着了魔似的肆无忌惮的宣泄
                    我从睡梦中惊醒
                    点亮屋内所有的灯
                    看见一只鸟在阳台上避雨
                    小鸟低低地跳着
                     一朵温柔的火焰
                     我打开窗子
                     希望它会飞进我的房间
                     说不清是什么念头
                     我洒些饭粒  还模仿着一种叫声
                     小鸟看看我   又看看暴雨

                      雨越下越大
                      一阵紧似一阵的雷声
                      仿佛一群奔马在草原上疾驰
                      一道紧似一道的闪电
                      湿淋淋地垂下 
                      百叶窗被拍击的一开一合，砰砰作响
                      原本温顺的狗狗伸长着脖子旺旺狂叫
                      小鸟突然飞去  
                      朝着暴风雨
                      一阵寒颤  似乎熄灭的不是那朵火焰
                       而是我的心灵
                              
                      清早我路过楼下那滩积水
                      看见一些散落的羽毛和几点血色
                      心情忽然被这小小的死亡击中
                      很久过去
                      我仍坐在轰隆的巨响之中
                      怀念着那只小鸟