My Take
DiVoran Lites
I hear the cardinal's, "Tu-tu-tu." I know exactly what he'll do. He calls his mate; they build a nest, she lays the eggs, and there they rest. I hear the chuck-will's widow sing. I know her song is praising Spring. I listen to her in the night, And all my fright takes off in flight. I listen to the dove's soft sound and sense that peace is all around. I'll listen to what God will say to me through birds (and you) today.


You drew a great word picture, Divoran. “I used to hear the birds in song, until all those cats came along”. : – )
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