The birds had a heavy night
disturbed by a full moon
casting mysterious shadows
through branches of thought;
and when the first rays of sunlight
sounded the silent morning call
the birds' song found all the birds
sleeping on mossy boughs
and in feathered nests.
The world wept in silence,
slept in silence..........

by David Taylor

Comments (1)

This is rather a lovely piece David, flows really well and is sort of delicate and gentle. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX