Blessings
It rained this morning until this moment,
now the birds are singing! A blessing.
It’s not much of a tune, kind of repetitive
and it could use a base accompaniment.
In fact, to be honest, the birds
are kind of annoying.
Once they get going all together, it’s like
a Wagner opera – never ending.
Wait, it’s raining again. Sweet pitter-patter
What a blessing.
Its stopped raining.
the birds are back and louder than ever.
Too many darn blessings this morning.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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