The Morning BirdsA Poem by Kamran
I woke up to the sound of birds, with one that sounded very different. I thought seeing this was pure beauty.
The Morning Birds
There were always the birds outside my window,
Singing their fancy tunes,
In a melodious array.
But one bird chose,
To sing like no other;
Snap his voice like a drum,
Why is it that he sang so strange?
His voice echoed in the weirdest way.
It was not a whistle, not a cry,
It was a rhythm to the morning day.
I did not understand until I saw,
He had moved over to the one that caws;
Colorful feathers and an accented breast,
Yes, she was a female alright.
His beat came from the heart,
As if the organ could speak;
Clicking and plucking,
Through that powerful beak.
When mixed with her caw,
They created a symphony;
Resonating through the air,
In a rhythmical harmony.
The other birds did not take notice,
As a sight like this is purely natural;
One meets the other, they dance and prance,
One and another fall in love at first glance.
© 2011 Kamran
Added on May 28, 2011
Last Updated on May 28, 2011
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