Sing me a song to help me along,
Pay me a visit on this chilly day;
Warble your words profoundly and strong
I will listen intently to all that you say.
Play me a tune, just before noon,
Whistle a melody heartfelt and sweet;
Make yourself heard, quaver and croon,
Sing your cantata entire and complete.
Call to your mate o'er there by the gate,
Carry your voice through the crisp brumal frost;
Perform your duet afore it's too late....
Before the daylight is forfeit and lost.
Chirp a refrain and thrill me again
In a way only robins can tranquilly do;
Hop from your branch and dance in the rain
Trill me a winterly chorus or two.
Sing your song bright as you take off in flight,
Allow, now, your voice fill the cool dusky skies;
Flit away home as the day turns to night
But come back again, next day, at sun rise.
ASJ
- Author: ASJ (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 4th, 2019 06:51
- Comment from author about the poem: I hope these visitors call and see you daily throughout the winter months. Here is what I tell them when they tap on the window in the morning to enquire if breakfast is ready.
- Category: Nature
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