A Blend of Song and Joy

Birds like to perch upon a limb to sing but today the gathering is silent and sad Unknown to them my breath drew last my morning whistle call was not heard One bird summoned the others to comfort him Softly he spoke to the other birds that huddled close They also were taken from their connection and joy In distress one by one they began to call out One bird said he knew of the whistler’s demise They all flew off to sing and say goodbye I am now resting under those solemn trees where birds mourn for their whistlers that passed If you hear them sing, please whistle back for me The compassion was equal with unconditional love Filling my heart with melodies only birds can sing