Extemporaneous musings, occasionally poetic, about life in its richly varied dimensions, especially as relates to history, theology, law, literature, science, by one who is an attorney, ordained minister, historian, writer, and African American.
Friday, June 17, 2016
BIRDS ARE BACK IN TOWN
BIRDS ARE BACK IN TOWN
When birds don't sing in early morning, I marvel. Where can they be? What does this say to me? What could the matter be, with them or me or matter this morning?
At 4:30 , 4:45 some faint whistles, thrushes or chortles normally flow. But. Now, it is 5:27. Still, no show.
Wait and betide, none other beside, I now am constrained to do, till the birds bestir, bask, then whir a tune.
Hark! No sooner is said than, as though from the dead, comes the days' earliest tweets! Three bursts of bird sound, announcing to all around, the birds are back in town!