Grey Angels


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