Birdsong

Pretty sounds the wren,
Calling loud, time and time again.
Acapella the blackbirds tune,
Pure notes floating, end too soon.
Robin shouts loud,
Tinkling above the raucous crowd
Sparrows trill, swooping brightly,
Laughing still.
Not for so long
Have you heard such birdsong,
A caroling, swooping delight
A symphony played in pale morning light.

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