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Music From Nature
Songbirds, chirp in the early morn.,
They sing a tune of their own.
As if sending a message to another...
Another one of their own.
Communication? I don't know.
But l do know that it's beautiful.
A Cockeral crowing in the early morn.
Waking many who are asleep,
How LOUD they raise their tuneful cry,
Though people sleeping, at home, nearby,
Are not so pleased to be awakened,
Too early for most humans.
But cockeral knows the time to crow,
And when he does.....It's beautiful.
Time for farmers to begin their work,
Make hay While The sun Shines,
From this a farmer will never shirk.
And their fields they do look beautiful.
Nightime is a Different Story
Nightingales have their own songs
At the other end of the day,
When stars are twinkling in the sky
Saying 'goodbye' to the day.
The nightingale brings on his whistle,
He sings LOUD into the night.
Hoping a female will hear his singing
And together they'll happily take flight.
MY BIRD PHOBIA OF 40 YEARS. !
I cannot quite believe I have managed to write this little poem . Putting pictures was even harder.
You see, l have had a phobia of birds for more than 40years.
At its worst l could not look even at a photo or a bird on the t.v., without sweating , feeling the colour drain from my face and tears well-up in my eyes.
Phobias are strange things. There seems no logical reason for many phobias. Lions would be a better one for me. I am highly unlikely to bump into a lion in my everyday life.....but birds!!!
Every time I visit my son the Parrot has to live outside the door. I am aware of a bird being in the room whether l can see it or not. WEIRD.
I have slowly tried self-help , mainly because l am too afraid of a therapist bringing a bird into the room and hoping l will gradually get to like the thing and touch it.! AAAAAAARG!!!
No way could l cope with that. I still have a long way to go, but this hub is a massive step forward and it all began because a tiny bird outside my window in Springtime was singing such a pretty tune and then it seemed like he was getting an answer back from a similar tune but further away from my garden.
40 years is a long time . Who knows if l'll ever be really ok with birds, but considering even the WORD birds used to make me feel faint. I think l've made a good start.