Seated by a window high up
Sky and floating clouds
Thoughts cloudlike drift away.
Glinting rooftops stirring treetops
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
Coloured by streets, grime, concrete, the city
But a sun’s ray illuminates
The shimmering pink green mauve bejewelled necks
Of these earthly angels.