Evening Song
By smokejack
Tue, 06 Jun 2023
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The sun hangs onto a lost cloud
like a child holding a balloon
The birds are heading home
To discuss their day with their kith and kin
They speak in their own tongues
I wonder if the smarter birds
Speak several languages
Dusk is flying low
The birdsong orchestra
Share the sound and space
Of tweets and chirps
If you have a good ear
You can tell who’s out of tune
And who are sopranos
The darkness brings the whispers
The sun closes the gate
Silence spreads its own wings.
©JMN 2023
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