A poem from my archives.
The evening bird
Has the last word
Ere night closes.
In on virtue and sin.
The poet supposes
That another sun
Will come
and he will thrill
To birdsong once more.
Ere his day is o’er.
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K Morris - Poet 
Oh Kevin I absolutely ADORE this one.
Thank you, Lorraine. There is something magical about birdsong, particularly in the early morning and as evening falls, which never fails to move me. Very best wishes – Kevin
Love this and the play on the classic cliche. GOod work!
Many thanks, Angela. I am delighted you enjoyed reading this poem. Best wishes – Kevin