photo #475526

I was digging this out for someone who requested it and thought I would repost it again. I have written poetry since 13 yrs.., ... but not old...ain't never gonna get old. The Bird. Thee silence is deafening...especially during the nite and in the early morning... except for a lone voice calling out...but getting not reply.The sound of the voice shatters the stillness in sharp, knife like, Splitting of the void."Chero Cheero Cheero"...the lone bird calls ...... each morning as the dawn begins to break.For hours the bird calls to the silence.......and always with no response... or reply from another.Yet the bird is there every morning singing it's song ...even tho alone.It continues to feed it's song to the frequency grid...trying to bring the harmony of life back to the worldBut the silence remains ...no others join in. I relate to the bird...and think I should join himIn his lonely song...so he is no longer alone. Maybe others will come along.