HEAR THE BIRDS

 Photograph by AudreyLynne Waldbaum Castiglione

Hear the Birds

By Michelle Longo-Bloom

Just once upon the early morn
I want to hear the birds at dawn
Hear them chirp on my front lawn
And I want to really concentrate
On what they’re saying; let penetrate
On whom they like and whom they hate
Which house’s trees they do prefer?
And whose lands and roofs they better rate
If Five Medford Lane is of high preference
Or mine, number Three, does more for their taste.
Which branches do they seek and search?
And how high do they enjoy their perch?
Are they happy in number Four’s Dogwood?
Or is number Two’s Maple equally good?
The big Cherry Blossom across the street
Is that where they fancy each day to meet?
Just once I want to wake and hear
The words of all the birds, so near
But what a feat when each waking day
My mind is overwrought with fear.
Just once, I want to wake and hear
The talk of all the chirping birds
But how impossible when my head is filled
With constant ruminating words.

Photograph by AudreyLynne Waldbaum Castiglione 

              
                                                                       

    Photograph by AudreyLynne Waldbaum Castiglione