the bird sings the night sky
fading blues to pinks to
the solitary color of its heart
three trills, short
one cry, long
a heartbeat separated by chambers
struck out of order
a solitary sound of night
listen
the rustle of feathers
listen
the quiet of parting leaves
the river of the freeway
the black heart beating
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It’s National Poetry Writing Month!
Day 23
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Words and Feathers 
Nice blog
Thank you.
Reblogged this on Jane Dougherty Writes and commented:
My kind of poem 🙂
So glad you enjoyed it. 😀 Thanks for the reblog!
My pleasure 🙂 It’s a great poem!
Reblogged this on O LADO ESCURO DA LUA.
Cool! Thanks for the reblog!
I really like this one–the rhythm and the quiet, wistful feeling.
Thank you. I think this is a special one.
Yes, I think so, too.
One of my favorites of yours. Which is saying Something. 🙂
Thank you very much 😊