It's midnight in the city, a gently falling rain, just the odd car passing, the distant rumble of a train
I sit here and listen to the creatures of the night, listen because I can't see them, they stay out of sight
One sounds stands out above the rest, continually it's heard. Even in the darkest hours the singing of a bird
I know not what she looks like, is she colourful or drab? Well I don't really care that much because her songs are never sad
All night she sings while others sleep, her songs so loud and clear, bringing happiness in the darkness to all who are there to hear
Why does she sing her sweet refrain through the long hours of the night? Perhaps she sings for those of us who have to stay awake
Then come the early morning light and a mighty choir is heard, no human intervention just a choir of singing birds
It's with reluctance that I must leave this place with the coming of the light. But later I'll be back again to hear her singing through the night
Written one wet night while on security duty and yes she did sing