By George A. Boyd © 1992
I am told your night's repose is interrupted
By the songs of birds, your dreams interspersed
With the night calls of orioles and robins,
Juxtaposed against the drone of crickets in the bush.
This communion with Nature's choirs
Has left you limp and exhausted,
Fully expecting at any moment
To be pulled into slumber by the languorous arms of sleep.
Your avian alarm clock is to be much preferred
To the sounds of ambulances shrieking in the night
The violation of gunfire, or the screams of those
Molested by violence, assault or crime.
Perhaps if our criminals and rapists would listen instead
To the peaceful melody of the songs of birds
Instead of attending to mental voices of compulsion and anger
Leading them to acts of violence, lust or theftthis world would
be a better place to live.
Therefore I wish your enjoyment of the symphony of the birds
The soothing embrace of their lullabies
To transport you into the rapturous rhythms of the night
Blend you into the Perfect Harmony of Nature's Song, content you in
your nights and days.