I close my eyes

and listen

to the birds.

I can’t name them,

but it doesn’t matter,

I can still feast on their song.

Song,

well some sing beautifully,

others need to learn.

I sympathise with them,

I can’t sing either,

but there’s no shame

It doesn’t matter.

There’s no one to hear me

if I join in.

© 2017, Lynn White

First published in The Moon, August 2017

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