last owl
first blackbird
ruffled wren
crow drifts from stricken oak
gull sets down by upturned bin
starlings strung out overhead
puffed up pigeon pursuing hen
sparrows cluster
blue tit picking cherry blossom
woodpecker working through the park
mallard mutters while wandering past
robin sings to robin across the path
oh! happiness of goldfinches
~
n.b. NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Thirteen: living with hope in your heart.
CLP 13/04/2022
Journey of Words 
12 responses
Beautiful. Musical. And joyous. I’m listening to birdsong (in Doha) as I type this comment:)
Wonderful! Thank you for reading and telling me!
Simple delight in the ordinary: extraordinary. Just like the poem. Thanks
Thank you Selma. Nothing is ordinary, no one, no where. π
Being able to find pleasure in nature is a blessing. Your poem was a reminder that its the simple things that make us happy.
At least a salving balm π
The simple delights of nature getting on with it! Love this, Chris ππ
Oh Chris, this poem makes me so happy! I listen to the birds when I work–it’s both peaceful and exciting. I love the sounds throughout the poem–lovely piece!ππ
Well! Seeing your poem this morning made me happy too. This is, in a way, a response to that.
Thank you–amazing how these things work!ππ
The popping of synapses and release of chemicals in the brain…
Agreed! So fitting for a poem about birds to be so musical. Very impressive.