Bird in the Dark

On my recent trip to Fort Worth I did my usual early rising to a quiet house and kept myself busy getting recipes and house decor ideas out of magazines. I heard something 'squeaking' and went in search of the source. Out in the front flower bed was a baby bird singing. He sang for a good 10 minutes before flitting off. His chirps were perfectly even, as if he timed it to poetry.


The sun not yet to break;
In dark I heard you wake.

Sing song, sing song.

The world was still asleep,
Your voice so soft and sweet;

Sing song, sing song.

Upon the morn it wafted;
And then the darkness lifted.

Sing song, sing song.

With notes so pure and fair;
They floated on the air.

Sing song, sing song.

Just a tiny little baby peep;
Then dawning was complete.

Sing song, sing song.

And in the morning mist,
I knew that soon I'll miss;

Sing song
     Sing
          Song.