Bird Flu
Silent the mountain ash
burdened beneath berries
burnished from yellow
to orange but where are
the birds who bounce
and chirrup and chirp
silent now their domain
the bird flu gripping
at fountain and feeder
and stilled their voices
gone their brightness
banished from this garden
that suffers now in silence
butterflies adorn the cones
and bees bumble in bees’ balm
but where oh where have
our beloved birds gone
chickadee and phoebe
sparrow and goldfinch
robin blue jay and nuthatch
gone gone gone all gone
and only the family of crows
young and old croak on and on
A touch of sympathy in poem .dear moor!!
Indeed: there is hardly any singing at dawn at the moment. I miss them so much. Where can they be?
They can go for hybernation or go to other countries.
This is rue … and thy do …but our summer season is when they flourish, in their thousands … our woods are silent. We have an epidemic of bird flu and there are very few birds.
May be d reason of pollution.is there realy birdflu?
Oh,now i have understand dt is an epidemic of bird flu.beautiful n innocent but poor birds.dis is most sad thing.dear roger.without them all universe seem as blank.
It is very silent in the mornings, for sure. I love that early birdsong.
A sad thing.i too like d birdsong.but by pollution, d species of bird are in less.