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…