Lonely Songs Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

In the deep quiet of night, birds sing their lonely call.
Echoing about in midnight air, sending messages to all
who care.
Listening, silently, I hear loneliness ring out into the
blackened air.
Bouncing off of clouds, banging into shadows on the ground.
Wallowing away hours before dawn, birds cry out their
lonely songs.
Chirping hesitantly for those who have died, their hearts
cry out in the midnight sky.
Awaiting an answering call, they stop their singing for a
minute.
When hearing no reply, they start to sing again.
Melodies known only to themselves, send out their sadness
to all who hear.