A Sweet Sparrow Tweet
How can such sweet song
come from such dull coloured birds.
Their striking bright rounded tones
are sown in my memory to grow.
Oh, pale morning, I hear from the tree,
hidden in the deep greenery of leaves,
a pip, a peep, a bleep, a trill and burst.
O’ the bubbling squeak of it all.
for Peter’s dVerse Sounds © Misky 2020
image is from Flickr Creative Commons. I’m
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