A bird sits upon a wire
black on black
His song echoes
in sweet disorder
against the void of night
An emotional alchemy
beauty and pain
in his melancholy refrain
My heart breaks
Dark wings
spread like shadows
as he circles upwards
Ever alone with the moon
© Ann Bagnall

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