The Sounds of this Morning (While Humanity Hushes)


Chirps and whistles
Squeaks and quacks.
So many birds
that I've never heard
while seating in my yard,
at the patio table in the back.

The buzzing and humming
of mosquitos and some bees
are far more common to my ears,
through the years
as I've listened in my yard;
at the patio table in the back.

But this is a new dawning; a new morning!
Less noise pollution
allows this revolution
of new sounds and songs
to be played by the throng
of finches and cardinals, blue birds and thrushes.
These harmonies are played and heard
while humanity hushes.

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