A Stirring In The Air
What is this that stirs the air
no storm clouds shroud the sky
yet the sun does not shine
and the morning breeze is still.
I hear no birds, the storm-cock
silent from the roof, no mice
disturb the leaves, hedgehogs sleep
yet a stirring in the air....
stage whispers, confidences shared
actors hid I know not where.
Perhaps the sun will shine
storms invade and lightning strike.
I shall wait the storm-cock's cry,
His yellow beak to welcome or to warn.
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