At dVerse Frank is hosting Haibun Monday with an invitation to write about bird songs.
dVerse Poets – Haibun – Bird Songs
“I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, ‘love lifts me.'” Hafez
Rejoice I've never not heard a bird sing. There's never been a moment when bird song has failed to cut through the joy or tragedy of a day, to surmount the ineffable experiences of life or the tumult of blood rush, some conjured excitement or foreboding feeling. I've heard magpies in the heat of the night, curlews before a storm, the flit and twit of honeyeaters no matter the rain, the wattle bird's beak snapping through my mind, crows in the haze of bush fire, the beautiful song of the butcher bird in the middle of a wedding. Birds, those harbingers of joy, care not for our circumstances and yet they conspire to bring us unbridled joy. Their's is a life sung and we are the privileged guests for their performance. There's never been a moment when I haven't rejoiced in the song of a bird. Musk duck quinks a joy as rain washes the low reeds songs part autumn clouds Note: Quink is the closest onomatopoeia to the sound of the musk duck I could come up with and then I found it is indeed a word - a type of goose! Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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