Bird Song
In my mind, the dead bird sings
and all things lost pass from its beak.
- Karen Tellefson, 2007
“And all things lost pass from its beak”
(in song, I hope – if real, a mess
would be on table, floor, and dress,
to clean up which might take a week) –
a friendly tune when one feels weak.
Though to that song mine can't compare,
a singing bird in bush or air
is worth four dead ones in the mind.
Let’s take a walk outside to find
the joy of birdsong, everywhere.
~~
George J. Dance, 2007
from Doggerel, and other doggerel, 2015
[All rights reserved by the author - Used with permission]
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