Most persons I’ve loved

Are now gone.

I sit naked at my desk

Physical wellness is so

Enjoyable.

The warm air flows over

My skin

Woken by a reviving

Shower.

It’s 6 am and one bird

Warbles

At a close distance

However.

I miss their concerted

Chatter.

Do we lose their enjoyable

Presence?

The last remnants of a

Paradise lost?

Forever gone?

Caused by men’s greed

And women’s selfishness?

Into the deafening silence

My ears strain like antennae

To catch yet another birdsong

But have the feathery friends

Retreated into the woods

Nearby?

Just like human warmth and

Compassion has faded out.

The poet in search of his

Muse.

BIRDS.SDRIB

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’19.