Listening Silently

In the deep quiet of the night, birds sing their lonely call, echoing about the midnight air, sending messages to all who care. Listening, silently, hearing the loneliness ring out into the blackened air, bouncing off of clouds, banging into shadows there on the ground. Wallowing away the hours before dawn, birds cry out their lonely songs, chirping hesitantly for those who have died, their hearts cry out in the midnight sky. Awaiting an answering call, they stop their singing for a minute, when hearing no reply, they start to sing again. Melodies known only to themselves, send out their sadness to all who hear.