songbirds cower together
huddled to avoid detection;
like a dog i pet one with my
pointer finger
under the chin and across
the wings; such soft feathers,
like baby’s down, covering…
i would protect your song with
my heart should you decide
to give voice to your sweet
solitudes-
for there’s nothing left within
this space but quiet
and your soft tunes, but tales
of long ago, bring peace to this
brooding soul