Watching the sky


Where were you last eve

before the dark, the sky?

Where were your coloured banners

waving wands of soothing dreams?

Behind the gathered banks of cloud

dimming last light and the afterglow

we watched in vain

for shadow leap of deer;

no loping run of hare

no startled eyes outstared the gloom

just unadulterated pitch

unstitched with stars.

Wind blows still among the leaves

and shrill the voices of frail songbirds

not singing

not bringing hope of better days

but through the misty haze of rain

fall vibrating echoes of the call

of constant owls

hunting for the moon.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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