Outside twittering the yellow-speckled barbet does sing
and now it is the beginning of the season of spring
while through the open window the sun is in my eyes
and before me another lovely tranquil happy day lies
the duties and tasks of the morning I have got to begin
but slowly my love, my lady, do in this morning arise
and already as with its wings away the day flies,
the barbet keeps twittering with each slapping wing
and now it is the beginning of the season of spring.
© Gert Strydom
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