A Silent Moment Before

Even though they are silent, the  birds of night are hunting.

Birdsong is diminishing even from the bird encaged.

Crowds are gathering looking towards the sun.

They dance, the dance macabre

They will be blinded soon, which we know all too well.

We tried to warn them but still they gathered.

Mary gazes at them as they gaze upon the forbidden.

We too would love a look but we treasure our vision. 

Soon Mary will look away from the window and live to love a safer stare

When the blind will lead the blind on the endless march to nowhere.