A Faint Whirr Of Wings (Poetry)

There — ever-present
as though the air sings
soft humming along
a faint whirr of wings
far off in the blue

like insects or birds
untiring it thrums
a slight change of note
it goes and it comes
yet penetrates through

as steady as rain
in days pencilled in
grey like a tune when
the music runs thin
near-silent tattoo . . .

. . . then rolls round again
a cricket’s high chirr
that’s carried aloft
as rhythms transfer
revive or subdue

some radio wave
that Nature’s devised
it teases the ears
the mind’s tantalized
old echoes renew