How delightful are the sights and sounds of Spring. Winter has lain upon the land so long that we have almost forgotten the sounds of warm-weather life. With the melting snow, the greening grass, and the budding trees, we know that Spring is coming. Best of all, the migrating birds are returning and singing their beautiful, unique songs. The yellow-breasted Meadowlark is a favorite, with its complicated melody. I hope you enjoy this poem about the songs of Spring.
Songs of Spring
Ice and snow begin
to yield to a longer sun.
Meadowlarks have returned
singing melodies:
sogladwearetobeback!
arentyouhappytohearus?
sogladwearetobesingingandsingingandback!
A hundred little blackbirds
in a bare tree top prattle,
zippatappazaptap!
zikkatikkazakkatat!
Robin hops quietly
in the greening grass,
stops to reconnoiter,
searching,
one eye for juicy brown earthworms,
the other for the cat.
Rabbit Lane 
Well done. I could hear the birds songs perfectly
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I struggle to equate field guide bird pronunciations to what I actually hear from the birds. Without wanting to be a hypocrite, I tried to turn the tables and put human words in the birds’ throats to see if I could approximate their song. Just for fun.
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