Divine Bird

i would skp the best musical concert to listen one more time to this morning bird it makes me regret for not having been a bird watcher and getting to know the name of every bird and how every bird makes sure they shine their best in voice rather than feathers for feathers are just for a show of form but the voice how well they have cultivated themselves with the bountiful freedoms strewn below their wings it was only two mornings ago, i first heard him sing in among the many trees lining the boulevard outside my condominium, the Crescent Court the enchanting haunting notes of his song shocked me into wondering whether it was really a bird that sang those pristine notes, notes that seemed to have streamed out of the sacred sanctum of God, so many diverse notes, so well handled, they sounded like a song written by the Divine for one special bird one most holy entree to the dawn of a new day i prayed to the Divine to allow me hear that bird again, a bird that has sung his way into my my poem, a bird probably from another realm where birds could understand the workings of the heavens better than men