Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

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 May 28, 2020 at 3:25 PM Luckily the sounds of my wind chimes clinking and clanging on the porch drowned out my hoots and caws. Gershon Wolf May 28, 2020 at 4:46 PM Thanks for the idea. I'll need some hurricane chimes.

Michelle Faulkner May 27, 2020 at 5:01 PM Birdsong can be so peaceful - until its not! Like your take on this, gw- Gershon Wolf May 27, 2020 at 7:53 PM It's actually a bit of Robert Frost's 'A Minor Bird' philosophy... Thanks, gw

Lindsay Laurie May 26, 2020 at 7:48 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 May 26, 2020 at 10:17 PM Never understood why they named anything -- esp. a great game -- after those varmints. Cheers, Gershon