The birds are quiet now,
they are perhaps sleeping 'til dawn.
The birds sing and whistle,
usually when the morning bristles.
The birds are persistent,
they are insistent,
and their sounds are always recent!
The birds don't always quiet at night,
whenever they are up, I welcome their sweet light.
The birds bring life to me,
and they charge no fee.
Thanks to the birds,
I feel as free as them,
I hope they continue those sweet hymns!
Dennis Arthur Dames © 2003,2004-2021
Nassau, The Bahamas
Web: Island Poetry Domain