There he goes again, the little song thrush

that lives up to his name,

singing morning and night this spring

Faithfully waking us with the dawn

and serenading the setting sun,

high up on the spire that decorates

the roof next door, as if he is

the king of the world

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Not being familiar with the habits of his kind

I am not sure what motivates this routine

Perhaps he aspires to be a rooster instead

but with a more impressive range of tones and trills

that seems to be sung for no other reason

than spring is here, the air is fine,

and life is good

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And for me this has become a daily

reminder to stop and listen to the contagious joy

of a tiny bird, performing for all he is worth

marking his territory perhaps, but

for no other apparent reason

than simply being alive

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©Heather Pound 2021