Feathered singer on the railing,
With perfect pitch that's never failing,
Sweet notes to the ear impart,
Sharing your unstudied art.
Soloist or chorister,
City bred or forester,
With golden notes and lilting strains,
Warbling musical refrains.
Though in green canopy concealed
Your elusive presence is revealed
By fluid melodies and bars
Composed in ageless repertoires.
At sundown your instinctive chorus
Provides an evening concert for us.
Poor and dull the man unwilling
To appreciate your trilling.
Charming bard with yodeling voice
Perform your tuneful song of choice.
Long may you whistle, feathered singer.
Sing on, sing on, joyful winger.
beautiful
it was so
worth the visit
This poem sings its own tune. It's very soft and delicate with its bright eyes smiling in delight at sharing its song with all those who are listening. I'm glad I took the time to listen and you took the time to write about it.
Hello again. I'm just coming back to read one of my favorites. I wish you would write more. I love your work.
Jessica
HOW BEAUTIFUL!! I live in the country and in the summertime I am often awakened by a myriad of birds like a symphonic performance outside my windows. I love this poem. The flow and metered rhythm are lovely to read. Thank you for posting so we can all enjoy.
Luv,
Jessica