Now is the time

 

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.