Easy Way Out Poem by Josef Erlebach

Whilst I sit and listen to the song of birds, my tongue is always lost for words. Cast within an harmonic spell, a fantastic climax was easy to for-tell. Singing higher than I've ever heard before, I was reluctant to return to my own front door, as I've done so may times before. The singing birds are in my head today, singing as they were just yesterday, even now it seems quite far away, Twisting trees and a delightful chill, only the beginning of my morning thrill, for many hours I had to kill. See how they twist and soar, the sky to them is the fish's ocean floor, no worries or care to go home and chore. I envy those flyers, those endless call criers, I prefer them to us human seller and buyers, dirty thieving rotten liars. In the woods I slept, for a shadow of dreariness over-crept, and when I woke, ten feet my heart leaped. For I was a bird with wings! of magnificent colour reserved for the greatest kings, forever now I shall be the one who calls and sings, to me great freedom this brings.