18 June 2019


          Birds chime in halfway through dawn singing in a fresh winter day. 


Greeting each other, gently tweeting each other, they say hello and good to see you as they make their first moves. 

Alighting from branches, they wake sleepy friends with harsh, scolding chirps.

The sky lighter now, songs grow to fill the air with unwritten music.

The sound swells with different tones at different pitches.

More birds join in the morning canticle.  

Peaceful Doves Coo.
   Rosellas start chattering.

Swallows dart like arrows shot into the sky.
Double-barred Finches cheep and chirrup because they like to, happy to see another shiny day.


White-plumed Honeyeaters appear ready to devour pink-yellow Grevilleas.

The birds lap nectar while dew still glistens on the leaves, making jewels in my garden. 


Sulphur-crested Cockatoos with golden crowns announce their presence with echoing calls and cries.


 I rest my eyes again, 
lulled back to sleep by birds.

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