Birds
In early morning
Sing
Of coming spring.
Cats
Have no cruelty
Yet we condemn in them
The cruelty of men
While the birds still sing
Of spring
And my heart responds
To birdsong
Birds
In early morning
Sing
Of coming spring.
Cats
Have no cruelty
Yet we condemn in them
The cruelty of men
While the birds still sing
Of spring
And my heart responds
To birdsong
People like birds. Their song is so uplifting. Even the chirps of squabbling sparrows.
Indeed they do, Vivienne. The song of birds is particularly beautiful in the early morning and as dusk falls I find