The birds’ spring songs sound fresh
The birds’ spring songs sound fresh
Like together they’re making a symphony
I can’t see them though
So I don’t know who’s making all the different bell sounds
Now THAT bird! I recognize by its call
A rosella somewhere
The birds & I had become close
I’d presented my place as a refuge for them
Now 2 assaults
First my estate agent required I weed the spontaneous
plants that the winds had brought that the birds loved so much
Then recently a housemate’s cat moved in
Why do people get cats in the country?
I guess they do keep away the rats & mice
But I’m a bird man
Hopefully now that the cat’s fucked off
The finches & the wrens will come back
As I say
I had thought of my home as a safe house for birds
& ancestor spirits
In a world where they’re threatened by ‘progress’
& the crow Waa the feminine moiety arrived
& no bird minded my bi-monthly dog
I’ll just have to wait patiently for all the birds
Some have come back
Hopefully the damage isn’t permanent
& trust lost
As I say love is synonymous with patience
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.
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