The birdsong is harsh this morning. <br />Messiaen cacophony - <br />strident, <br />raucous, <br />squawking. <br />Crows, cockatoos, currawongs, <br />even rosellas <br />with their squeaky-toy voices <br />sound <br />so loud. <br /> <br />Perhaps they remember <br />my screeching last night <br />when I couldn't make you understand. <br />And now my throat is sore <br />and you have turned your back. <br /> <br />The birdsong is harsh this morning.<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-birdsong-is-harsh-this-morning/
