I love to hear the chatter of birds,
I imagine the words...
A mother saying come home for dinner.
A taunting rhyme, cause he's the winner.
A lullaby for a newborn's rest,
safely tucked inside the nest.
Gossip from the chatty folks.
Some not so funny retold joke.
A fable or a sweet old song.
Encouragement for the weak to be strong.
Every rhythm in this rhyme of reason...
those miraculous sounds of the summer season.
KEC
aka Deo Volente
5/2/2026
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