Sunday, 21 June 2020

Friends in High Places


There sits a bird within a leaf

In a branch upon my tree

I’m not sure how it got there

Though it sits there happily

 

My little walk-on warbler

Flutteringly brief

For every cloud that passes by

It dissolves in leaf relief

 

I’m not sure what it wants to say

I watch in rapt attention

Maybe calling me to take the air

Inviting me a new dimension

 

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