Bird Watching

The stillness of night 

Surrendered to the melody

Of blackbird and robin. 

Sun entangled the branches, 

Loosening their leaves.

A palm awoke enough

To receive an offering. 

My face shaded in

The shadow of an old oak tree.

I wondered how long until dusk.

I saw a morning dove

Not far from me,

I thought it will never know the ways

In which it defines love and peace.