Deaf

DEAF

Shadows lengthening at the end of the day
The magpies stop warbling and fly down to feed
and they listen
For the faint sounds of their hidden meals
Which when heard become a feast
as I listen
For the faint sounds of your hidden thoughts
Which I can never hear or feast upon.

J.E.McL feb 1999

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