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