Dawn chorus, courtesy of the birds outside my bedroom window at 5am.
The robin in the holly tree
pours liquid song
into my ears.
Today’s dawn chorus starts with a tawny owl.
Soft hooting drifts through the
The shrillness of my alarm clock
is so ugly by comparison.
Evening in the garden
Surrounded by a symphony of blackbirds
Liquid songs pouring into my ears
As the sun sets