Singing and Tweeting

Singing and Tweeting

by Dave Neita

Her face lit one-sided by the half-moonlight

A moon in it’s own right for it brightened the night

Yet the sad side of her face un-illuminated

And her sorrowful story never stated

She sat on the sagging bough bouncing

Whilst softly, a hymn she was singing

The birds did not utter a tweeting

For her voice upgraded their listening

She sang till the sun started rising

then slept on some leaves in the clearing

The birds gave her a chorus all morning

That soothed her heart that was aching

Singing and Tweeting, the cycle continuing

And in the clearing, a circle of healing