Posted by: Peadar Ban | October 7, 2014

Backyard Bestiary V


As light takes form, homes, where sleeping still
My neighbors lie, appear, and small birds fly,
As it swells stronger, from nests once filled
With hungry chicks; to search with darting eye
For little bugs about, or tiny seeds
Wind blown promise of Spring from shrubs and trees.

Just so, Robin, first to wake, atop a tree
Faces east trumpeting reveille –
Sweet sound – across the morning air.  More prayer
Of pure joy in life and light could there be
You must say.  I neither know nor care
To learn.  His song opens day’s book for me.

Oh, night returns, necessarily so,
With Robin’s song again in sunset’s glow.
One bird one song sings.  It seems good for all.
Beginning day.  Sweetly chanting night’s fall.



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