it was in the morning,
very eary in the morning,
listening very keenly,
i could hear the musicality
of the birds melody.
when the sun is hostile,
you cannot miss the rustle,
a click or a cluck,
sometimes with a dance,
the birds will sing.
it is in the twilight,
and still doing it right,
with a nod for the lullaby,
as the day is passing by,
the birds will sing.
In the morning! ! With the muse of nature. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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listening very keenly, i could hear the musicality of the birds melody. It is in the twilight, the lullaby the bird sings. Lovely poem full of innocence and joy which makes me happy when i read and reread it. Thank you dear poet. tony