I am reading The Poetry Home Repair Manual by Ted Kosser for my in depth summer poetry study. I found this great website and this poem. It reminded me the night before we left California; there were birds chirping all night long except they weren’t owls. It was amazing.
All night each reedy whinny
from a bird no bigger than a heart
flies out of a tall black pine
and, in a breath, is taken away
by the stars. Yet, with small hope
from the center of darkness,
it calls out again and again.
~~Delights & Shadows