The Bird That Won't Shut Up

The trees below the house hold many birds,
Whose strange and varied calls, from pretty
Songs to rasped reports, always have
Pleased my ears, but lately one bird
Perches on a branch beside my bedroom
Window, drowning out the others as he
Endlessly repeats a dreary tune too lame
To call a song. I shout. He doesn't seem
To hear. I beg, “Oh, let the others sing,”
But he and his dull tune remain.
I wish he'd go away.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-10-29 at 00:36

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night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
Such a funny coincidence! Today I discovered a line of a poem "birds of the world force without a shame" the title of the poem is "The calendar of the birds"that I was not able to find the rest of it!

I found one line here in this book
Celtic culture: a historical encyclopedia.
Vol. 1-, Volume 2
edited by John T. Koch

And some lines there*sigh*
Text and Transmission in Medieval Europe
edited by Chris Bishop

BUT that is why I enjoyed your poem even more!!!Thank you for sharing!