(This is the third poem for the year – and the last in the Kyrielle form at least for the time being.)
I wake to hear the morning call
Of songbirds waking on the wing.
Cacophony of birdsongs brawl!
Such songs the many songbirds sing!
Developers have cut down trees;
Bird orchestra has lost some strings.
Yet still the birdsong fills the breeze!
Such song the lonely songbird sings!
This year the songs are quiet and few.
There’s little hope the songbirds bring.
The birds have flown like morning dew!
No songs the scattered songbirds sing!
The teacher says: Now hear the “Cheep!”
Recorded that these creatures sprang
Each morning while we tried to sleep.
This here’s the noise a songbird sang!
To hear the poem read aloud click HERE.
Weave a Web 
Every morning I wake up to birds chirping around. It’s a wonderful sound.
I liked hearing the audio recording. That is you, right? If so, you are a great narrator of poetry
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Yes, it’s me – but I just turn it on and read it – and usually there are other people in the house so I don’t like to be heard doing it! I usually only do it the once even if there’s a mistake unless a line is changed later or something.
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So sad and moving, let’s hope that we turn things around before recordings are the only way we can hear them.
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I must admit that I’m riddled with birds here – the only thing I feel sorry about is the little warbler that sings merrily all day dispersed between the calls of a happy cuckoo!
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After reading Bruce’s poem, I stepped outside to check on the water for our alpaca, and was more aware of the sounds of the many birds we have in our semi-rural area. I hope it stays that way.
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Thank you Yvonne. Those parrots can make a racket!
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They sure do. And, the cheeky kookaburras make me laugh.
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Just crows and seagulls in my neck of the woods these days, so this poem was a lovely reminder of the songbirds that will return when (if?) spring arrives.
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Happy New Year! Have a wonderful 2022! Sooooo lovely to hear from you O disappearing one!
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It is always good when poets rejoin each other’s company
Their merits overlap like currency in times of plenty
A wink, a smile, a bow to give
Without the praise of others we cannot live!
Your poem beats mine, Bruce. I tried. \ really did. 😉 But seriously I like yours better. Hard for an arrogant sod like myself to admit. But there you have it.
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Thank you. That is more than kind!
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No need to record songbirds anymore. We can synthesize them!
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And we can not just turn them on, we can turn them up.
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Brilliant!
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I still love the sound every spring morning.
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Same here – although these days it’s dominated by the gaggling of loud Australian Magpies.
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It will indeed be a dreary planet without birds and birdsongs. The poem, while underscoring the rapturous and exhilarating power of birdsongs, mourns its gradual disappearance.
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Thanks, Uma.
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Clever lines Bruce:
Developers have cut down trees;
Bird orchestra has lost some strings.
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Thank you for your commeny. I have had (thus far) a peek at your poems on your website. It is interesting to me because I “challenge myself” in a different direction: writing mainly in traditional poetic forms. I’m not a slave to it, but I find it a challenging and interesting thing to do!
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The challenge is important and rewarding. Can I do this? Bit like the challenge of a crossword and the good feeling you get when you succeed………
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I was going to use the crossword analogy in my first comment! (but didn’t!)
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I think I remember seeing in your bio that you like crosswords so thought you’d relate…….
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