The solo of the nightingale, her sweet extravaganza, <br /> might well be launched in tedium, telling of neglect, <br /> just as your garden-robin, chirping so engagingly <br /> upon the spade - here to stake a claim for tenancy -- <br /> would peck the naive daylight out of sentimental eyes.<br /><br />Amy Hollins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/birdsong-3/
