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Beaks are trilling
filling the crisp autumn air,
a cacophony of calls
shuffling songs of joy.
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The Gulls squawk spiritedly
the Heron singing serenely,
the robin's shyly serenading
the crows cawing cantankerously.
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Each avian playing their part
a feathery collective,
no altos, tenors or sopranos
just natures perfectly imperfect symphony.
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Alexander Stoddart
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Comments (1)
So beautifully written, I love the dawn chorus, thankyou for sharing xx