EARLY MORNING MEETING
Most mornings the birds melodically and sweetly sing,
Sending messages of hope of what a new day can bring,
But this morning with voices much louder than the rest
Was a meeting of crows or ravens, being quite a pest.
All other sounds were drowned by their noisy chatter,
In fact I awoke suddenly wondering what was the matter,
Was it a monthly meeting, if so why choose our tall trees?
But wherever they met the sound would carry on the breeze.
In all that noisy cacophony sweet sleep could not come again,
Yet to get up as early as five thirty would be quite a pain,
I know I have learned to speak dog and also a little cat,
But that chattering out there was worse than learning bat.
I tried squarking at the window they stopped and looked around,
But the noise again continued when no other birds they found,
I hope these meeting are not to often or they meet elsewhere,
For we don’t want to close the windows we need the fresh air.
As I listened and lay quite sleepless in my comfortable bed,
A different new language began swimming around in my head.
Some birds songs are easy to imitate but try speaking crow
Or raven and I just wonder how far this language can go.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 7 June 2006