Feather Symphony.

Early mornings' 
suspended darkness, 
hangs densely in the air.

Half awake, one slumbers.
Sort of dreaming,
in blissful solitude.

Outside, 
birds perching in the trees,
stir from their snooze.

The birds of course,
in their own way 
announcing something.

They start professing
nearing Dawn,
another cycle.

Sparrows
lead the Introduction.
In most delightful way.

Robins echo,
their exclamation,
with thrilling flow.

Starling joining
with throaty, 
somber statements.

White- crested Cocky 
swinging from a branch,
shrieking in crescendo.

Sopranos start, 
with Altos merging, 
staccato flowing onwards.

 The sweetness of the tenor,
the joy of chorus, 
creating rhapsody.

The mating calls, 
continue onward,
with genuine responses.

Each bird, 
performing at its best,
if, under a BATON.

With strings, 
and brass ensemble,
including drums galore.

The morning symphony 
continued resolutely,
in most delighted way.

The finest voices,
all trained locally,
in tuneful melody.

Creating, 
a confirmation,
of future in the making.

Bird's philharmonic,
arousing us,
so early in the morning.

They stir imagination,
by animating spirit.
Instilling pleasure for the day.

 
Nikolay Brovcenko 1995