A thousand million birds’ cries
Are coming from the trees
Although I cannot see a single
Bird.
All blending together
To form a pleasant cacophony
Of the underrated songs
Of the birds.
Such lovely notes come from their mouths;
Sweet, like honey or dew.
So unlike the sound a kookaburra makes,
Or a cockatoo.
It’s not too hard to guess their name;
“Bellbird” – that’s what it is.
I do believe no other bird
Could make a sound like this.
Then I hear a child cry
And a march fly attacks the tent.
Then the spell of the bellbirds dies,
Because reality comes back again.
YOU ARE READING
Parts of Me
ПоэзияWhenever you read one of my poems You hold a part of me, And it hides in my brain or beating heart Now I give it to thee. You may hold this precious Part For a while, at least. So treat it well, respect my thoughts, And there shall be a peace. For i...
