Birdsong
A favorite melody,
Is coming through my open window,
On this early spring day.
Baby birds calling for food.
God's ancient renewal of life,
Is underway again.
Perhaps is is a nest of mockingbirds,
And I'll have an orchestra,
Of multilingual symphonies this summer!
Copyright © James Rudd | Year Posted 2009
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