Dawn Chorus

Upright on branches and twigs and thorns They sing, Heads turned towards the East. The herald of the news Singing their praises and goodbyes. Goodbyes to the Moon, the Queen of the night… As the dark curtains lift, The chorus sings…from the wings of darkness. Their pitch – it’s perfect, as the rhythm and flow. From the melody to a harmony, Each note matched, without a single bounce. Aloud and alive Is a melody, mixed with many more… Sing with their whole might, As their King, the Sun… Drives his chariot above their heads: the Dawn. 12/15/2018