“Valiant nightingaleAn excerpt from “Songs of the Birdidon, Vol. 1
Beneath shattered branches bows
Bathed in the moonlight”
An older piece that has been reworked to fit into a silly little collection of poems I’ve been working on for some years now. Taking place in a world where a terrible creature keeps the population in a constant state of fear, Songs of the Birdidon was born from a half-sleepy 3-year-old telling me to “Sing it low, Daddy, like the Birdidion” as I was putting him to bed.