Song of the Piper
There is a little bird behind my house
whose first song speaks of the start of day ;
He heralds his voice like a piper’s tune
and very soon the others follow.
Then when dusk comes on and the day is done
I hear his melody once again
As he ushers out yet another day
and tells us all it is time for bed.
I may not sleep once his tune is sung
For unlike him I am restless ;
Still his song lingers on in my heart,
in my dreams,
‘Til I hear him again in the dawn.
- Christine S. M.