Anniversary

This Moment To Arise

I haven't trained my eyes
to spot trains or birds
but this distinctive bird I do recognise.

He and his mate nested here a year
ago. And here he is, again,
keeping a beady eye on this May day.

I accept I've not heard him
singing in the dead of night.
Perhaps I might.

And might you, little bird,
for me, today, take a sad song
and make it better.

Hey Jude