On a stump of a broken tree

On a stump of a broken tree

     A thrush leaned back and sang

     His friend listened and responded

     My heart leaped

     When he gave the quick treble

     Butterflies danced in tune

     A spider ran riot

     A crow glided a hoop

     Trees tingled

     Soft breeze exposed the red weed

     Blue flies coloured the reeds

     And I waited till the exchange finished

     And the birds had disappeared