Tuesday, April 02, 2013

Bird Song

The eastern sky is still dark
Yet birds have started singing
They seem to wait, to take a cue
And then begin to wake
Ruffled feathers, stretching wings
Then they hop to another branch
Beaks open and waiting for a nod
Morning steps in sight just then
Spring smiles gently and sighs
Dawn lifts her glory onto the stage
Then joyous, the birds begin!
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