Springtime birdsong

By five am
birds stir in their slumber,
restless with the merest hint of pre dawn light.

Begin to cough away the threads of sleep;
remember their designated song and hesitantly give voice in a desultory way.

Rainbow Lorikeet

Some time later, a full throated cacophony wakens me fully -
seamlessly evolves into a more harmonious chorus
rising and falling as more and more birds join in, like a well rehearsed springtime orchestra.

Little corella

The full throated warbling of a lone magpie is my favourite this week - he’ll hop to the back door later in the morning and treat me to a private serenade.

Magpie

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