There…

Overhead…

A hiccup

of movement

within the vine’s

complex embroidery…

A small bird’s

flick and flitter;

the start and stop

of song,

rising,

falling

in swift,

mercurial tones…

Shape and sound.

Darkness caught

within darkness.

Until –

alighting

on pendent,

leaf-pricked coil –

with open beak,

it sings and —

in rippling song —

emits a

shining beacon

of light

that would challenge

day,

that illuminates

night.

 

 

— C.Birde, 2/20