There is no shortcut
to hear the birds sing. Listen.
It’s the song of life.
birdsong
Letting those brief moments in time track upon my brain.
And the bird sang good
morning then flew on her way.
The air, at once, fresh.
A bird chirps outside my window already knowing what I must take efforts to remember.
The alarm proclaims
Another dawn, come what may.
Choose the flow most true.
MKat Reclamations 