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