Our Birdsong - Ruth Thomas

poem read by Timothy Arliss OBrien

Our Birdsong
Ruth Thomas

We walked like sparrows in the snow, 

fragile &  

leaving only wisps of proof  

that we had ever been there.  

The world, too frosty for us,  

we would be gone by morning.  

But, isn’t our birdsong 

so divine?

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