The Morning Birds

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,

Chirping away;

Singing their fancy tunes,

In a melodious array.

 

But one bird chose,

To sing like no other;

Snap his voice like a drum,

Pat-pat-patter.

 

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.  

Author's Note

My second poem. Any help would be greatly appreciated! Thanks!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A interesting poem. Animal life is amazing. The birds sing to each other to draw a pardner. I like the story in the poem. Ending was too direct. Could use a more gentle closing. "One bird sing alone waiting for the first glance of love."
A excellent poem.
Coyote