Birds on a Spring Evening

On leaving

The half-empty pub

On a spring

Evening, I heard birdsong.

I love

These chill

Nights , when the trill

Of birds is heard

On the still

Street. Their unconscious art

Calls to my sad

Glad heart.

It was always so.

And I know

Their song will remain

Until I gain

The churchyard path

Where all must pass.

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K Morris – Poet