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Avian Calling

Birds tweet beside my window all through the summer night An endless chorus of chatter until the morning's light They pause then, perhaps for breakfast while I bury my head in my pillows Then just when I'm finally sleeping they resume their peccadillos

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 5/28/2020 3:25:00 PM

Luckily the sounds of my wind chimes clinking and clanging on the porch drowned out my hoots and caws.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 5/28/2020 4:46:00 PM

Thanks for the idea. I'll need some hurricane chimes.

Michelle Faulkner

Date: 5/27/2020 5:01:00 PM

Birdsong can be so peaceful - until its not! Like your take on this, gw-

Gershon Wolf
Date: 5/27/2020 7:53:00 PM

It's actually a bit of Robert Frost's 'A Minor Bird' philosophy... Thanks, gw

Lindsay Laurie

Date: 5/26/2020 7:48:00 PM

G'day Gershon … I reckon I could put up with the birds to a certain extent, but these blasted crickets outside my bedroom window with their monotone song drive me crazy - thank you Gershon - Lindsay

Gershon Wolf
Date: 5/26/2020 10:17:00 PM

Never understood why they named anything -- esp. a great game -- after those varmints. Cheers, Gershon