Bird Song

Drifting awaking gently into the day

The songs of a feathered friend greet my way

It nests outside my window in a chestnut tree

How I wish in my life I could be as free

I’d not really noticed before the songs of this mate

The morning tirade of bird song did normally just grate

But as days have passed the tunes seem to be

focused and pointed directly towards me

On days that the ground was frozen and white

I started to offer it food on my cill that it just might

See the worm like morsels and feel some relief

That in the depth of winter I strengthened its belief

I am thankful for your morning greetings so pure so sweet

So much so that I will ensure you are fed if you wish with meat

On waking this day I was astounded with great surprise

The food I offered had gone and its song seemed more alive

I’ll soon make a move and settle in a new nest of my own

But know that my new found friend will sing on like me alone