Downpour of birdsong – twiglet poem for Misky

It was the suddenness of it – stepping out

into all that light, and the noise, the thrill of it,

a three-dimensional soundscape,

drenching me in noise, so that

I could hardly say what was sound,

what was sunlight, what was my own heart

beating in my hollow chest.

twiglet 119, from Misky.

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