The Birds Chirp
The birds chirp.
The sounds of a bird symphony.
In moments of quiet, their sound is that of angels for the animal world.
In moments of angst, it’s the sound of a noisy rhythmic annoyance.
The birds chirp.
It’s their discussion of goings on, past happenings, future plans.
Perhaps it’s their way of payback, balancing our noisy chatter for theirs.
The birds chirp.
If you listen closely, it seems you could almost understand them.
They may be telling us the future winning numbers.
They may just be laughing at us.
Either way, to me, their sound is like listening to a baby’s cry for its mother. Or a dog calling for its owner.
It’s an expression of connection to the recipient.
Listen to….the birds chirp.
Copyright © Carmine Rossi | Year Posted 2015
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