Dawn Awakening
Awoken from fitful sleep, too uncomfortable to resume
Stifling heat prevailing one morning in early June
Through dawn's weakly strained golden haze
Fresh air my lungs desperately craved
To reach the front door, I descended the stairs
With door ajar, cooler air, under a fanlight glaze
My attention was alerted to warbling of a lonesome bird
One continuous note distinctly suspended, as in mid air
Uplifted my soul, as another bird's rendition I heard
With one accord, in duality, birds pitch perfect paired
Heralding in unison further bird answering calls
Culminating chorus of blackbirds, larks and song thrush thralls
Chirruping in octaves, as though orchestral blendings
Glorifying their earthly sojourns in joyous renderings
Listening, I stood in deep contemplation
As all industrial noise was still in cessation
All life in perpetuity as from centuries before us
I then realised, I too had been called by
the BIRD'S DAWN CHORUS
Copyright © Theresa Stephens | Year Posted 2014
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