And the Birds Will Sing
My bird will perch upon a limb and watch
Bewildered as to what it sees below,
Unbeknown to him his whistler’s breath drew last
before he could heard his morning whistle call.
He summoned the other birds to comfort him
Shuddering he spoke to his friends which huddled close
they too were taken from their connection and joy
that became their need to sing back and frolic
One bird said he knew of the whistler’s demise and whereabouts
the gathering then flew off to the garden of peace
where I among others are resting under the watchful trees
and where the birds mourn for their whistlers
should you hear them sing, please whistle for me
Copyright © Douglas Pederson | Year Posted 2019
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