Seated by a window high up
Sky and floating clouds
Thoughts cloudlike drift away.
Glinting rooftops stirring treetops
Quiet and
The morning birds singing
Their happy hopeful morning songs.
Something shadows the bright sky
A wing beating strong enough
To sound a single soft note.
Clatter of pink feet on corrugated iron
A gentle call repeats
Bowing spinning.
Coloured by streets, grime, concrete, the city
But a sun’s ray illuminates
The shimmering pink green mauve bejewelled necks
Of these earthly angels.
Nabhoniya Butler