Morning Anthem
An annual muster
Of black and yellow honey-eaters
Chattering and tweeting
Brought in the dawn this morning
Against the backdrop
Of a grey wet blanket sky lightly sun lit
Heavy with the promise of rain
It was a wonderful atmospheric morning
As I woke to the serenade of myriad sounds
It was like an orchestra at rehearsal time trying out
All its musical instruments
A clanging cymbal in the distance was industrial banging cutting the air
And the ever-rushing cars on the wet highway
Sounded like the constant brushing sounds of a drummer scraping His drums
And like woodwind instruments piping was wood pigeons cooeeing
And the chirpy sounds of other birds were like flutes interjecting
And magpies chortling a Soprano song between an occasional dog bark
That sounded Like Maestro banging His baton to get the orchestra’s attention
© Brenda V Northeast 28th March 2012
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