Poetry/Sonnet/Singing Birds Copyright Protected, ID 05-1548-243-18 All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written May 18, 2023 For the Standard contest, Sonnet sponsor, Sotto Poet, Judged 06/12/2023
First Place
At dawn a bird outside begins to peep, it is quietly at first- but grows loud; twitter, twitter, chirp, chirp . . . oh, goodbye sleep, and it is not one birdie but a crowd ! Oh, though I do love all these singing birds, I like to listen to them and their tones; these sweet little winged creatures need no words, I adore their calls, trills . . . their groans and moans ! Delight to watch a water fountain bath, gems in my garden ~~ flying here and there; they like to eat seeds on my stone worn path, sometimes just resting . . . on my garden chair ! Imagine this life without a bird song ? It would be too quiet, silent and wrong !
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