Ode to a Bird

Wherefore doth thee chirp and cut through the peace

Of the rustling wind hiding among rustling leaves

The rain upon the sidewalks hast still yet to dry

But nature seems unsettled by your newborn cry

Hush now, and let thy tantrum know pause

Use thy whisper for mine greater cause

For I venture outside after a wondrous deal of time

And seek respite in silent nature sublime

Ah! Thee hast ceased! A silent embrace!

Doth not thee concur with silence’s grace?

Mine ears can hear a field mouse scurry

His breaths on the grass, his feet in hurry

Yet, somehow, unsettled sits my mind

Unsatiated by the quiet, opinions are left behind

As the sun be only missed after it’s gone

Doth mine own heart miss the trills of thy song

Alas, as thee quiet I can finally tell

That silence among beauty does not sit so well

So resume thy lullaby, ringing and stark

I promise to listen close from dawn to dark