When birds disappear

The sky turns dark

The chatter stops

No perching on a branch

Above my head

Slowly off they flew

I saw only space

Where once were

Two. I wait to hear

The morning call

Of lorikeet talk

Or maggie’s pecking

Pride in my

Newly turned soil

I do not hear them

Though I screech.

This is an earth

We forgot

I cannot expect

Their constant regard.

 

 

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