Birdsong

The shrill thrill of the blackbird’s trill
And the chaffinch chatter cheers us
At the wrens lament our soul is sent
While the robin’s sob endears us
It jibs our craw when the jackdaws caw
Yet the pheasants plaint is pleasant
The pigeons coo is a right rum do
While the magpie drills incessant
The songs of birds are beyond our words
Yet our hearts can understand them
They pierce our souls with their folderols
And our spirits rise in tandem

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