Light
curves, moonlight hears.
A bat flits
in the silence
of dusk.
Unheard. Still.
The sea
flickers out,
collects
silver light and ebbs,
clear fingers
glitter.
The mind here, unspun,
leaves fall on a spirited
path. There are no eyes.
Thin black cat
slinks out,
makes a
space on highest wall,
surveys his
kingdom.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, June 4, 2021
Chords
scurry, songs high,
casting lighthearted
raptures.
Sonnets for
the sky.
Twit and
woo join up
in
sensations bursting skies.
A tennis of
notes.
The sky
cracks open
in full colour,
notes ablaze
With full-throated
glee.
We listen
to songs
they send
us over rooftops,
nothing between
us.
A magpie
wakes us,
bursts a
repetitive cry
that we
take notice!
Turning
notes softly,
he calls
us, a lullaby
to send us
to sleep.
It stops
abruptly,
these dusky
songs of the birds.
The display
over.
Copyright
Vickie Johnstone, May 13, 2021
