Birdsong Poem by Tony Mushrow

Birdsong



Birdsong.


Bird song, to the left,
they whistle, chirp, call and babble.
To the right, they coo, cluck and chatter,
…………………..what a feathered rabble.
All up early in a full-throated chorus,
and proud breasted best.

They are a winged orchestra of sound,
but work together I have found,
…………………to charm the worms,
………………….out of the ground.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I wrote this after an early morning walk.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
John Brown 13 October 2013

You're right Tony, they're crafty creatures, especially those in the crow family. Nice little poem.

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