In early spring,
In the hospital garden
No birds sing.
Or perhaps its me
With my thoughts of mortality
Who fails to hear
When they sing to men.
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
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K Morris - Poet 
I can imagine being in the hospital becomes very wearisome. Kevin
It does, Robbie. But visits from family and friends help to break up the day to some extent at least.
glad there is a garden there
Thank you for commenting and liking Beth. There are, in fact several gardens in the Walton Neuro Unit and Aintree hospital which is next to Walton Neuro Centre.
Hopefully they’ll soon be singing for you again.
Thank you, Vivienne. The poem relates the actual fact (that I heard no birds). However, it can also be read non-literally with the birds symbolising joy and the lack of birdsong indicating my troubled state of mind.