A Beautiful Noise
When I step outside
early in the morning.
I can’t help hearing
birds singing.
Greeting the day
in their special way.
A cacophony of birdsong,
Mother Nature’s music
I like to stand still
and listen to
a beautiful noise.
Our fine feathered friends,
birds of a feather.
Giving their voice
in fair weather.
In the city,
in the forest.
And even the Roster
on the farm.
Singing sounds of life,
greeting the day
in their special way.
Mother nature’s music.
A Beautiful noise.
I remember going on
school field trips to the zoo.
The birdhouse is where
I wanted to go first.
It was my favorite place,
the rare and exotic birds
in the birdhouse,
and every bird for miles.
Greeted the day
singing their song.
Mother nature’s music.
A Beautiful noise.
Copyright © Robert Kinard | Year Posted 2019
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