A Welcome Songster Poem by Raymond Farrell

April was a month of abundant rain
As I walked this June evening
I reflected on this fact again
Seeing the foliage everywhere lush and green.

The Don River Trail is a welcome respite
In the middle of a busy city
The river and its valley a welcome sight
At the end of any stressful day.

I heard a distinct familiar call
From a nearby grove of trees
The last time I heard it, I can't recall
I paused to search for the songster.

I knew he'd be dressed in orange and black
There he was perched on the highest bough
With his head cocked back
Announcing his presence, staking his claim.

Years ago there were many Baltimore Orioles around
But sadly of late a trend has developed
And fewer and fewer can be found
A trend fueled by habitat loss and insecticides.