dark mood of night

Some nights
are darker
than others
not in moonlight
but in mood

The narrow stares
of strangers
too many loud
angry sounds

The usual
evening birds
are absent

My blood
goes up
as I wait
for a fight
that never comes

A lone cricket
chirps into the darkness
breaking the tension
reminding me
that life
is good

Even if
my mood

(D. James)


Crazy Birds

An hour before dawn
and blind birds sing
goodbye to the bitter
dregs of night

Chattering away
as if they had
something to say

But it doesn’t
bring the day
any sooner

(D. James)