Live Nativity
Labyrith
A Hymn For Quietmas
No one told the starlings,
soaked and shivering
from the December drizzle,
that they weren’t allowed to gather.
Over a hundred crowded on the wires
in my backyard
unaware of alert levels and the
importance of social distancing.
Still they were there
all in their best frocks.
In the New Year we’ll be able to gather once more, coo and cluck and fluff out our feathers.
It has been stormy to be apart
but until the sky clears and all
is deemed safe
let’s stay inside
and leave gatherings for the birds.
E.B. Reid. December 27, 2021
