II.
Birdsong, birdsong,
– dawn to dusk
birdsong follows the light.
Bird surround-sound gloriously
envelopes this sun filled day
cascading melodies
Interrupted only by computer hum
as I write this ode
to bird song, bird song.
Do the birds remember which notes
their dark throats trebled into forest and field
when bird first found her voice?
Was she winged and feathered –
or did dinosaurs sing…
Glorious line :
‘Do the birds remember which notes
their dark throats trebled into forest and field’
Unquote.
This is happiness…
….