To be fair, you're not the best musician
I've ever heard! Better leave the violins
And flutes to wrens and robins,
The cadenzas and arpeggios to the blackbirds.
You remind me of a child struggling with
The opening four notes of Beethoven's Fifth.
You turn up each spring struggling to find the right key,
Yet when I first hear you, Cuckoo,
I thank God you're back
To open the summer symphony.
Comment by Helen of Troy on 18th May 2018 at 08:31
Such a vivid blue against the new green of the leaves on the trees.
Beautiful photo David.
Comment by Veronica on 18th May 2018 at 09:17
In throngs dancing on the woodland floor,
wearing bonnets swathed in blue,
Preening and shimmering at every turn,
Until at last in silence, bells quaff-the refreshing dew!
Comment by Philip Gormley. on 18th May 2018 at 09:24
Upright trees, and lateral beads;
A stage for hidden birds.
The woodland dome today sent forth
Hail Reverend's 'ken' of thirds.
Comment by Tony G on 18th May 2018 at 23:18
Beautiful Keep the ones with heads bow. Otherwise, Spanish invaders!
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