The Bird Cage

the clang of the door was the first
beat of a new song
pitter patters of bird feet echoed
along the empty concrete paths
 
slow melting sadness
became the midday sun
 
where u from sis?
         the new song line
spontaneity of soul
         the new coolamon
pencil on paper
         the new petroglyph
 
curlews left for the heavens
as magpies arrived
sunshine turned
the tree leaves red
 
what did we unlock
that day?