I love the sound of rain
A male thrush looks on
Singing by the window
Knowing its time to go
Back to his shaded nest
As the night calls him now
When his family sleep
Safe now in the trees shade
Chirping always for food
Which chick the first to leave?
As he now imagines
Being alone with her
How many parents can relate to that thrush! Very cute, and I can picture him well.
ReplyDeletePerhaps waiting to have a sing-song with her when they are all gone!
ReplyDeleteHank
Such a tender and intimate poem - sweet as a song
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