“Could that be a Springtime Bird Call?”

I wish you all could hear this,

It is so beautiful, sounds like a bird of spring,

The weather it is getting just a bit warmer,

I don’t want to jinx it, but what the hell,

I love it, the birds singing their song of spring…

Oh damn, he must have heard me,

Writing about his song, oh dear me,

He moved onto another tree,

Leaving Rufuz and me, looking to see,

Where he did move too…

But there are others making their presence known,

I did see or rather hear a woodpecker yesterday,

Tried to decipher where he was at, but so many trees,

Here where we live amongst them, so tall…

Spring is soon to arrive in full regalia,

The birds they will sing,

Probably waking me with their song,

Making me unhappy as I would awake,

Making me think of the winter, oh how I will long,

But cannot make us happy, I am afraid,

As we are always wishing and wanting,

Another time, another place, another rhyme…

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