Sunday, 19 May 2013

Birdsong


And never was nature so beautiful
As the birdsong bursting forth from the silence

Where is he? 

Amongst the trees and hedgerow he moves
Hidden from view, only his mesmerising song 
Intrigues more than the menacing lack of his vision.
There he is, camouflaged by newly unfurled leaves 
on the barren branch of the old oak tree
What does he think, if at all? Such energy
Used to sing loudly for all to hear then,
As quickly as he burst into song, 
he was gone and the garden fell silent....


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