Last night,
as I sang outside the club,
by the glamorously decorated
leafy tropical flora,
crickets joined in.

Raising my eyes
under the dim lights,
right opposite my stage
a pub sign read “The Magpie”,
just to see two magpies fly by
immediately after.

Crickets singing,
Magpies witnessing.
Rare to see,
in an urban setting,
all gathering around a singer.