Birdsong - this is for anybody who loves to hear the birds sing

Birdsong

The mornings concerto

Starts warming its strings

When the blackbird tunes his viola

He chinks and clinks in the chilly dawn

His alarm call sounds like winding springs

His voice is a rich contralto

The robin threads his treble note

That interweaves the symphony

The music pulsing from his throat

Entwines the morning melody

                                                                                               

                           The mistle thrush from lofty birch                            

His ringing call holds us in thrall

He stands defiant on his perch

Heard loud and clear above them all  

         

A songthrush joins the orchestra

Repeating thrice each bright new stanza

Cascade of brilliant fluting song

The blackcap sings his clear  cadenza

  

The chaffinchs triumphant flourish

Rose tinted breast and flirts his crest

While his mate so quietly cherish

The secret eggs in hidden nest

  A woodpecker drums while another drums back

Drilling and hammering into the bark

We hear the loud derisive cackle

Laughing from the hidden yaffle

The tiny wren defends his patch

He hops and shrills with vibrant trills

He’s making such a lot of sound

For such a little soul

Starlings cozy gossiping chatter

The field fair with his rattling clatter

And willow warblers falling cadence

Fading gently into silence

                   The skylark pours his constant stream                     

A ribbon of music from the sky

Of liquid silver spiraling down

        A glorious exaltation on high         

 

The night owl hoots the pigeon coos

We wait the lost call of the cuckoo

This all builds up the rhapsody

Of nature’s own antiphony

Surrounding us with heavenly sound

Their wings encircle us - earthbound

   

ps - there are so many birds, I'm bound to have left out some of your favourites.  Has anybody heard a cuckoo this year??