Night Bird
by Don Thompson

This is a bird I don’t believe
I’ve ever heard before.
It has the warm but odd tone
of some exotic woodwind
you might find for sale
in a pawn shop
and hang silent on a wall
just to look at.

And then wake late at night
hearing it
play softly to itself
the old tunes from far places,
remembering only half the notes,
repeating them over and over again.


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