Christopher Mulrooney
let’s go see how the birds are faring as they sip the red luscious liquid sip sip through their long thin beaks
hmm that’s very good their eyes tell you suspended as you are between heaven and earth for the nonce a flutter of wings the beak and eyes a flash of tail and away
for a private rendezvous in another part of the forest where the eyes of dancers survey the scene
the stick and push and pull of shadow play
behind the candlepower of a show favoured by us all the temple dancers in the ancient epic all night long and into the sunrise which as it happens
is red and luscious as it emerges
from the scores of nightbirds passing throatily along the shore
the pagoda of our vista quite ignoring as they fly quite unhappily away