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....