My birds

Invisible birds chirrup and chirp
Through the window
To where I lie in my bed.

Outside the spare room, I note
The fence pigeons are back
From their winter reprieve.

I missed the cocksure robin
Bobbing in the yard;
I was sick. I miss him.

A blackbird couple builds a nest
In a vent I can see from the kitchen,
When my eyes are good.

There is life outside.
Incongruent to my grief,
My birds sing on.

 

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