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Poem 109: Dawn chorus © Bruce Goodman 3 January 2022 |
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I wake to hear the morning call Of songbirds waking on the wing. Cacophony of birdsongs brawl! Such songs the many songbirds sing! Developers have cut down trees; Bird orchestra has lost some strings. Yet still the birdsong fills the breeze! Such song the lonely songbird sings! This year the songs are quiet and few. There’s little hope the songbirds bring. The birds have flown like morning dew! No songs the scattered songbirds sing! The teacher says: Now hear the “Cheep!” Recorded that these creatures sprang Each morning while we tried to sleep. This here’s the noise a songbird sang! |