Birds of London

Sitting in a Japanese garden of
West London where
On a sunny Sunday
Crowds of people stare

At a shiny peacock
Indigo and emerald green
Making a spectacle
Stealing the scene

In the same Kyoto Garden
A lone blackbird sings
But not one soul notices
Its dull ebony wings

Still it calls and trills
For all the park to hear
Oh how blest is its voice
Constant and beautifully clear.

Katherine Caswell Hughbanks’s poetry and narrative writing have appeared in Trajectory, CalliopeKentucky Monthly’s Penned Literary Edition, Kudzu Literary Magazine, and the Louisville Eccentric Observer’Literary LEO. She currently teaches creative writing in Louisville, Kentucky.

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