Written for: The Twiglets #119 – “down pour of birdsong”
sky rained down silver
no raindrops touched the earth
songs of birds caressed air
Song of nightingale
poured down through trees,
and rested in ears of sleeping children.
Got any birdsong on tap?
There was an old woman from Utah
who told folks if she danced the rhumba
she could guarantee rain
up and down every lane
She was wrong, birdsong rained; next time she’ll dance a Cha-Cha