I've Seen The Bird Call

I've seen the bird call,
from a twisted wood nest.
The sky sea green
in senset west.
I've heard the cry,
of a diving crow,
sweeping low.

An oak tree stands,
in a field of wheat,
shifting sands.
Ripples like an endless lake.
Silence like a deaf man's life.

I see one star.
One moon.
One cloud.
One bird call.
From a twisted wood nest.
The sky sea-green.
The worst and best.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.