A beautiful poem from a college friend of mine ...
The city is becoming still
but it is not silenced.
The birds were singing this morning.
I mean lots of birds, like choirs and choirs of angels
banded together in mass praise of the air.
And lots of singing, hours and hours of original tweeting.
Have there always been so many birds?
Have they always been singing with such conviction?
Or have they been waiting for a moment like this
when humans would cease their vainglorious ways.
No more nature sounds on white noise tracks.
The birds rule the skies and they sing it loud.
Helena del Pino, 18 March 2020