By Jane McKie
Brambling, bullfinch, chaffinch, crossbill,
goldfinch, greenfinch, hawfinch, redpoll –
a new edge between us scissors
through air, routing music
from throats, birds from perches.
They spill, forming
flurries like snow but
tough as flint
and I feel every atom of
Nightjar, nuthatch, dipper, pipit,
woodlark, shorelark, skylark, swallow –
I had birds once.
I let them go.