The starling’s murmuration over roost joins the spectacle,
As the sun says it’s goodnights in burnt orange hues,
The other birds singing their lullabies.
Will the virus add me to his human harvest tonight?
Stomping on my enjoyment of another mighty dawn chorus,
In the pink and red glow of tomorrows sunrise.
The bird’s lullabies reassure my tired
lock downed mind as sleep creeps up,
this summers lockdown birdsong has kept,
bad head company at bay,
as the virus took its human harvest.
Hiding behind Autumn song.
Bird Song Saving me.
23/11/20 rog leach