i hear the first bird of the dawn chorus
another bird answers
tentatively
and then with excitement
a third bird joins in
what
a
sky
the fullening moon had brightened
the entire night sky
and now
all this birdsong
sends night dispelling quivers of
springtime flowers
and more birdsongs on the wind
through my barred window
breaking down the bars
grassroots style
i can smell the rain
how can one sleep
when one's bags are completely packed
and so much awaits on the horizon
as all the birds
begin
to sing alive the sun?
