Vast.

Little birds of the night

Aye, they have much to tell

Perching there in rows

Blinking at me with their serious eyes

Recounting of flowers they have seen and loved

Of meadows and groves of the distance

And pale sands at the foot of the sea

And breezes that fly in the leaves.

They are vast in experience

These little birds that come in the night.

Stephen Crane