Dawn Awakening

Awoken from fitful sleep, too uncomfortable to resume Stifling heat prevailing one morning in early June Through dawn's weakly strained golden haze Fresh air my lungs desperately craved To reach the front door, I descended the stairs With door ajar, cooler air, under a fanlight glaze My attention was alerted to warbling of a lonesome bird One continuous note distinctly suspended, as in mid air Uplifted my soul, as another bird's rendition I heard With one accord, in duality, birds pitch perfect paired Heralding in unison further bird answering calls Culminating chorus of blackbirds, larks and song thrush thralls Chirruping in octaves, as though orchestral blendings Glorifying their earthly sojourns in joyous renderings Listening, I stood in deep contemplation As all industrial noise was still in cessation All life in perpetuity as from centuries before us I then realised, I too had been called by the BIRD'S DAWN CHORUS