Of all the birds that I hold dear
Our butcher bird calls when he is near
His woodnote pierces our early dawn
To this honeyed sound I am drawn.
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A lovely poem, Michael. I love to go out at dusk (and stay up til dawn) to listen to the songbirds here
I love these hunters and pieball clowns Rich on life, so good on sounds I have taped their music for friends overseas Their unique melody a gift to please. Beautiful poem with so nice a Stanza. Thanks for the sharing of the lovely poem. 10 for it. Subhas
P.S. I believe the word is 'Piebald'
Yes! you are right, well done. Thank you for your interest................. MB