We walk along lanes,
where the songs of birds abound,
and we smile a lot.
I was sat in the garden,
listening to the bird song
‘with a little bit of this,
and a little bit of that…’
it was going to be
one of those mornings.
As the crow flew
he made a joyful noise…
well, maybe to a crow.
I think it was a ‘crawk!’
or maybe a ‘crejk!’
But, what the heck
he seemed happy enough.
Birdsong
is all I need;
apart from the bare necessities of life
(and you can sing that song, if you wish).
They call,
they answer;
finches, starlings, the humble wren;
redbreast, blackbird, sparrow, then…
having sung,
they sing again.
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