Feathered Friends Poem by Ena Nin

feathered friends

echoes of songs from the forests
still whisper in my heart
the gentlest birds, the sweetest ones
though they could not impart
mem'ries never depart

warblers in early spring mornings
warble to dusk from dawn
in different rich harmonics
blue jays with trills and sounds
in language so profound

sparrow's cacophony of hymns
to woodpeckers drumming
listen to grouse beating their wings
wilson's snipe winnowing
songbirds are just calling