The Day That He Made Birds Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

I like to think there was a day He said
(to Himself)and maybe a few angels
at their ease

I think I'll make some bright coloured things
with wings, that sing
and then became so enchanted with his

own conception he couldn't stop
and these were birds
that laced the clouds with song

that called to trees
so that the trees yearned to pull up stakes
floating upwards in a green leafed grace

and break into singing too
the kind made of emeralds

mary angela douglas 27 october 2017