For their evening baths and solos
And because above all their other secrets
They prize their privacy they wait
Till I go in where I can watch
Them unobserved but tonight
They’ve come to sing and drink
In a new light which of course
Is fading now but resuming
In the morning according to
The notes they’ve chosen
Come O come new morning light
Although our beaks are frozen tight
No comments:
Post a Comment