Those Calls of Birds!

       Those calls of  Birds!

 In  the  pristine  Dawn’s setting,

 Illumining horizon, slow  and sure,

Each bird is  a twitter, a  cardinal  voice,

Clarion  call  of  God’s Dictum.

In the plumage, I see  my ancestral lineage

Long  last  and  forgotten. Times’ duress,

of course. Though atop, Roof  often

Befriends   these  bosom pals:  Voices  are

The   Hudibras on the  fake attire 

Of  select .It is no small thing  to

Listen to these rising  and  scattering.

At   Times  Litany too. I  would

Like to listen to these.