Street lights burn the dark with amber smoke rings Slink-cats, pour through the night on tiptoed paws Stale breath, breezes on take-away-wings and dips Sauté of quick fix digestives, baled in indifference. Stood alone, I face the moon, eyes, a trap unsprung Silver-quick pace as my inner light, switches on Set to sensitivity, floodlit, my tiny garden stadium Shares secrets, hushed undertone, as winter rustles. Soloist, high on the rooftop crags, sings to the sky Silhouette, stark against the starstruck brightness Strain, refrain, blackbird's repetition lightly lulls Serenade for slumber and lilt of children's lullaby. So, as frosted air begins to chill my ageing bones Soft slippered feet and toes, to freeze and numb Sounds of suburbs stumble in, unwanted stupor Still he sounds the call, my songster of the night.
Songster Of The Night
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