Now is the time for birds
winging to dreams
while the sun beds
into the coverlet
of night.
Now is the time for birds;
a final murmeration
before seeking
the dormitory
of nest and branch.
Now is the time for birds
last chattering
in echo
to the
parting sentences of day.
Now is the time
for the shift change
and the silent killers
hunting abroad
after curfew.
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