carol birds

there is a mudlark
in the branches of the tree
that overhangs our walking path

a mudlark
and two magpies

a mynah
of no particular status


are the first sound
of most mornings

their caroling
announces light
and sun

a presage to awareness
of the dry

often it will be a lone singer
through the withdrawal of sleep
and imperious encroachment
of day

I watch them in the park
walking in groups
through the parched grasslands

on the hotter days
with beaks open

in the early light
at least one
will sing again

to call me
to the day

© Frank Prem, 2006

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