Dawn Chorus
The birds are singing
Declaring territories
For their survival
We cup both our ears
Straining to hear the high notes
A diverse chorus
The morning is clear
The moon is trading places
With the new daylight
Our daily lives rush
Tuning out the sounds of life
Right here in our world
The Black Birds do fight
For territorial rights
Wasting energy
The Gold Crest sings out
Exposed on a fragile branch
Hoping to be heard
The trained eye and ear
Understand the differences
Pointing their fingers
Quickly, they fly off
Most of us can not keep up
But we do not tell
It feels good right here
Taking time for fantasies
Imagining lives
Furious cycles
Birthing, living, and dying
Nature reminds us
We all sing our songs
Caring for our babies too
Urging them to fledge
Our joy and relief
Lasting only for a day
Now that they are gone
New generations
Taking on their own journeys
Fly free in new zones
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