It's Still Life

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
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