A bird sits
upon a wire
black on black
a single song
rebounding
such sweet disorder
echoing
against the void of night
such gentle turmoil
an alchemy of emotion
my heart breaks
at the beauty
and the pain carried
upon his melancholy refrain
dark wings spread
like shadows
he circles upwards
ever alone with the moon
© Ann Bagnall

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