Thursday, 2 June 2022

Birdsong

I like to hear the cheep of a sparrow,
the cheerful trill of a robin.
I enjoy the warble of a blackbird,
the echo of a songthrush.
I now miss the twitter of a skylark
and I've never heard a nightingale.
But it's all just pleasant British birdsong,
less than human musical feats,
and exaggeration is surely wrong
as done by Shelley and Keats.

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