Spin, spiral, tag, tumble, birds know
There is always something to play
Variations on a theme, something to say
These flying things with fragile bones
Delicate organs filled with song
Cardinals paint the dawn chorus
Making a canvas of the morning silence
Proud jay with his chest puffed boasts
Sex-appeal and color, flashing and fluttering
Momma-bird coos her babies home
Homecoming melody of a gentle nest
They chronicle foreign flavors
Sweet heights I'll never taste:
The dewy sugar of the clouds
The rush of falling through the sky
They dare not be tight-lipped
Foolish, speak-when-spoken-to
They sing of home and love
Never "pass the salt, please"
Prompt: "Today, we’d like to challenge you to write your own poem that focuses on birdsong.'"
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