I hear the birds sing.
They warble and they bellow.
Their tune dances
through my window.
I am so inspired
by the noise they make.
The squawk of the crow.
The cackle of the kookaburra.
The screech of the miner bird.
I hang on their every word.
In my dreams I am singing
just like them
I am a voice in their choir.
I sing their soft chorus.
I sit in the trees
and fill my chest with song.
This is where I’ll be
and always belong.
You might hear me
out your window.
This is my birdsong
