I was having a little read about the symbolism of birds and what they represent in different cultures, the other day. There are interesting interpretations ranging from Christian to Middle East and Indian mythology. There's a good little article on it here - http://www.squidoo.com/divine-birds
This piece was a quick one aimed at representing the symbolism within a 24-hour cycle.
The night owl hooted its call through quiet streets, and darkened doors, in still corridors of night, And received nothing but an echo from a slumbering world. Through the wisdom and virtue that is strangely and solely cultivated in the darkness,
He longed for his companion, the great falcon whose eyes never faltered to closing, even in sleep; guardian and protector.
But no such arrival beckoned.
Only in the distance, could he hear the nightingale's faint song as her silhouette; barely visible, distorted the symmetry of the old oak tree.
For hours she stayed there, viewing the world from the tallest branch, as hours passed,
Singing for lovers, for lonely souls, for artists whose flash of inspiration had sparked as light dimmed and day slipped.
All through night's hours longing, wistfully awaiting the lark's sweet song of dawn.
And as the first drops of light broke through a dewy morning and the larks' chorus lifted and swept, the birds flocked and soared skies with the call of day.
Departed souls swinging the skyline, a fleeting, swiftness bridging the gap of here and beyond. The eagles leading through tumultuous blues, inviting rebirth, escaping to horizon's core as light's blaze reverberated, providing daylight.
Dreamers scoping the skies for the drift of the crane and seeing in all the beauty, that it is all of one and in.
Daylight drifts, sun sets, and twilight fixes,
Until only the echo of the nightingale is heard once again to souls conscious of her lamenting contemplation.
And as the world sleeps, she sings.