Mustafa Daif Poet Ballad

Sweet Voice From the Adventures of Childhood

A Poem for the Grey Shrike written on Earth Day 2016

At sunrise while asleep
I was called by a bird tweet
Like a childhood song
So sharp so sweet

Awoke. Washed. Dressed . Prepared to greet
But the voice got swallowed by the noise of the street

Oh son: let's go . This trip will go down a treat
Entered a beach garden. Green. Simple n Neat
The Mown grass was wet. And the son waded the feet

Despite the moist. Despite the light. Despite the heat
Scanned the shrubs & trees. Then heard the beat
Like a childhood song. So sharp so sweet

Sped and goggled. To see. To snap. To greet n meet
A silvery spot. Perching. Scanning. Landing to eat
A worm, an insect, a snake, a mouse or a piece of meat

It was a grey shrike. Mature. Strong. Hard to beat
Despite the moist. Despite the light. Despite the heat
Came to see. To hear the voice. So sharp so sweet

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