Nightingale

Nightingale

Yellow rays, barely
Breaking through the blinds and
Already
There’s that tweeting,
That all harmonious twittering
From most delicate breast.
 
Ubiquitous, in many ways,
A songful tune a plenty
Playing
Wherever harshness of man's tone
Softens, soothing
Aches and pains.
 
Adorned in unassuming
Plumage, gently calling
Response amidst disquieted silence
Gaily
As she flitters
Between branches.
 
Well placed morsels, rewarding
Hops and flaps,
Skips and jumps
Closer,
Baiting
Her approach
To an outstretched hand
She sees and
Flees.
 
 
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