A feast to the ears By R.Krishnamurthy

How many bird sounds I heard
This morning.Ten thousand could
I say.How they sang in a harmoy
It was like Mozzart’s symphony

One was a trill,one was a shrill
One was a hen,one was a wren
One from a wood,one from the sky
One from far off,one from a tree near by.

One in a high pitch,one in a low pitch
One distinct,one quite indistinct
It was a like a musical concert
Lo! I was the chief guest.

I can not name the birds
I cannot draw their figures
It was a feast to the ears
I had to close my eyes