morning
birds scream joyat daybreak
nested
cracked-egg
fledglings cry for
hunger
the green world
and a sky’s colour
beneath
leaf and stem
under the trees
humans
journey on
in weariness
hello
she said
as birdsong sang
you
have nothing
to tell me he said
a man
locked into
his bad place
worlds
of difference
only chatter to him
made
themselves heard
above his head
today
the voices said
you are not alone
birds
with their small
wisdom singing
© BH, 2020
Something else about birdsong. It came from hearing about some poor locked-down individual dismissing a greeting from someone else, full of the joys of nature, passing (socially distanced) on a self-isolated stroll.
Posted on the Self-Isolating Bird Club Facebook page - 21/05/202
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