startling trilling song
a pair of wrens exchanging rapidly delivered melodies
the first on buddleja behind the old brick wall
filling the levelled yard with song
opposite the old wharf-side warehouses
its opposite sat bowing the tip of the lone fir
calling up the Sun from behind the wood
clumped along the ridge
where tonight the calls of owls will conjure up the Moon


CLP 23/12/2021

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