The songscape of the birds this early morn
Should elevate the weary and forlorn,
Rousing them from their nightmares and despair
By wafting melodies throughout the air.
“It’s merely territorial,” some say,
“Intended to keep rival birds away,
Or maybe amorous, to draw a mate,
Or oratorical—a birds’ debate.”
Well, theorize however you’re inclined,
I’ll still maintain such birdsong is designed
To cheer those ears still capable of joy,
Though in a sour malcontent’s they cloy.
Just close your eyes, attend the various trills,
And feel the emptiness that birdsong fills.