Birdy talk
Yoga on branches in a tree
Smell of new leaves and spring breeze
Off the world in tranquility I rejoice
A tiny bird cut in with a trilling voice
Near overhead yet he not afraid of me
I whistle at him and he heeds me agree
Lively spirit, possessed he
Chirping, and skipping, not a moment’s rest
While streams of melody burst from his breast
“Hark! Hark! I sing higher notes than you!”
When I shrill in my soprano
He flutters a step upward to the sky
“And you can’t reach this high!”
Dreading a slip and fall, I dare not try
Ashamed of my heavy torso like a slouth
And a voice inferior to his, though
Happy I am to have an alien as a companion
To exchange a few notes high at a pinion
Then out of nowhere another birdy light
On the same twig dialoging eager and bright
And sambaing and foxstrutting like Spright
It turns out that not to me but to his friend
that he is all along hailing in glee
No sooner they dart away for a spree
Leaving me alone at a loss in the tree
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One of my biggest regrets was my inability to mimic parts of a blackbirds repertoire once they removed one of my teeth. The birds nearby are far happier now though i fear.
my regret, too. I can't whistle actually, but I am lucky and happy that every morning I am waken up by birds' singing in stead of alarm clock, isn't it a blessing?
The notes of birds great me every morning, it is so wonderful.
Andy
you will have more of it, for sure
as long as the trees go on and on
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