Birds sing there songs
a cacophony of voices
All with different tunes
pitches, ways to communicate
Tree to tree, then the alarm
as others come to join
The eagle drops over
chasing away are the little ones
Go, go they seem to say
the bullfrog replies with deep tones
A web of sound descends
ones not heard away from here
And rest creeps in at every
wonderful quiet word
Searching for the illusive
and beauty filled in the deck
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