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An Ode to the Morning Songbirds
And the joy that they bring
Ah, the chirrups, tweets, whistles, and trills,
Which come from such tiny little bills,
That I hear each morn when I arise
The musical conversations I apprize,
And value each, and every note.
Some of the sounds seem to say,
“How are you?” “Good morn!” “Good day!”
While others make sounds with more of a need
Like “I’m hungry!” “Where’s breakfast?” “Bring more seed!”
And I hope they don’t miss their boat.
As the day grows brighter, the songbird’s sounds change.
Their melody differs, their tones a soft range.
There’s more of a chirr, or a consistent sound.
The conversations lessened, but warbles abound.
Regarding the morning’s bird’s sounds, I’ll share a fine quote,
From one who is a famous word enhancer,
Who says: “A bird does not sing because it has an answer,
It sings because it has a song,” by Maya Angelou.
I want to be like the bird, and sing my song, too.
