Morning Cheer
Here come the birds a-twittering at 8:26 a.m.
The racket not heard until now, but now
the sweet pecking of my eardrums drum
in the sweetest way — the way God made them to.
Too precious the vainglorious melody, simply
harmonious, it flees. Replacement choir says cheese.
Release your chirping song inconspicuous lovebird,
winged-treasury of heav’n psalm, choir of angels.
Angels sent to pleasure my ears —
an earful of morning cheer.
3/9/2020
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2020
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