by Isolde ÓBrolcháin Carmody27 Dec 2013
In a sparklingly cold dawn
A blackbird warns "Here! Here! Here!"
Fallen leaves shatter
When the sun is setting
A nervous pheasant croaks
"not here, not here"
A magpie laughs at it
Today is for the death of birds
Swan down to wran
Survivors shut tight their beaks
Swallow their songs
For a full quarter they hide themselves
All but the cocky robin
Kings of an empty country