Up at cock-crow. Poetry from the pen of

~The Poet’s Poet~

If you listened closely you could almost hear flower buds opening

In the soft stillness of early morning.

Then a bird singing the self-same song he sings each morning at day break

Yes of course it may not be the self-same bird but the song is just as sweet.

Then that domino coloured bird alights on the wicker fence

One for sorrow they say as the sweet song bird takes flight.

© Chris Black. February 2019

#Poetry #amwriting #birdsong #springtime

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