in the quiet of night
slight rustle of wings
a lone bird in flight
an apple she bites
discarded in a bin
in the quiet of the night
distressed by her plight
without her nice things
a lone bird in flight
no comfort or light
she ties flowers with string
in the quiet of the night
she espies a blue kite
the colour of ming
a lone bird in flight
she plays her small fife
after all it is spring
in the quiet of the night
a lone bird in flight
Wednesday Muse #2 Hanami