Staying in

Darkness falls; a gathering gloom
brings shadows and parakeets
chattering into my room.
It is swift here, the extinction of dusk.
The coming of night shape shifts.
In this muffled suburbia
squares of light draw one in
cozy interiors - an advent calendar.
I hope that something will tempt me
that a new mood, like a sudden landfall
will prise me from the window.
Perhaps I have grown too attached to them -
the clouds of bright birds and the eucalyptus
I turn back to the window. It's too easy to stay in.