The Song of Invisible Birds

Listen to the silence of the invisible birds
aloft,
grey bellies against grey sky
Wingtips scribbling on the clouds, you imagine,
As they dance before they must go.

They sing of you
And summer and your backyard garden,
and of your generosity.
They sing of a sun-flooded spring day --

You welcomed their clattering arrival,
from the second storey bedroom window,
in your nightshirt,
awakened by

silence fleeting

When, silently, you sang

by Adrian Hoad-Reddick

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