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I think there’s a link between the sunrise
and the blue skies and the birds’ cries.
When I lie in bed I can hear when the sky is clear…
The raucous cries of the larger birds tear me from my sleep,
while the smaller chirps and cheeps try their hardest to compete ~
all this in the darkest night before the sun even shows himself awake ~
but I know, I can tell, a beautiful day awaits.

In the same way, when the birdsong is muted
and the screams have lost their harshness,
I know, I can feel, that a gentle day is in the offing,
perhaps with showers and a softening in the air.

How can any deny our Father when the proof is always there
and nature sings His praises for all the world to hear?
Are we ‘accidental’ beings and our world a chance MIS-take?
It’s preposterous to think that this could be the case!


©Denise G Allen, 14 January 2014 06:44

Author: adeeyoyo

I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people! I am back after a break. Thanks for still being here, if you are! Missed you! xxx

6 thoughts on “Birdsong

  1. I often wake up between 3 and 4 am and am so amazed to hear birds chirp softly that early in the morning. Nice one, adee.


  2. smiles…yes there are fingerprints on everything…love to hear the birds…once it warms i can open th window back up again and really hear them….


    • I lie in bed and feel so blessed to listen in the dark to the first sounds. Unfortunately it usually is the hadedas with their shrieking. But on an overcast day the littles are really a pleasure to hear. It is like living in a bird sanctuary. 🙂


  3. I sometimes think the humans were an accidental mistake, but not the rest of it! 🙂


  4. I often wonder about that, Col. 😀


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