Dawn Chorus

 Birdsong.  For years you’ve been  
 too busy to hear it.  Traffic, the buzz of life  
 drowns out everything –  
 celebrations, flirtations, foraging –         
 the cacophony’s passed you by.
  
 You notice the cockerel  
 cackling a few fields away,
 the soft wood pigeons sifting through grass,  
 the almost still wings  
 of a circling red kite.
 
 
                                     Millie Light Dec 2020 FPG