I awoke to the sound of dawn’s chorus
Too early for some, it is said.
To the singing of Goldfinches, Pigeons and Doves,
As they brazenly sing to entice their new loves,
I’m so grateful not be dead.
In the past I had not really noticed
The beauty of this morning song.
My ears were unfocussed or blocked to the sound
As the fox takes its leave; badger goes to its ground
Now I feel uncommonly blessed.
Now I listen when I wake up early
And smile at the sounds that I hear.
Each note is recorded as if in my journal
I keep them close and more personal.
I’ve learnt to hold everything dear