Bird Song

Michael Skinner
it is dawn and I am laying on the highway being run over by trucks

well, the sounds of trucks any way

it is still spring so the sound of the trucks has yet to be drowned out by the sounds of air conditioners

and still the late birds sing

somehow hearing one another through the din

and that's when you know it

why nature bothered with so many different bird songs

why there are so many changes in pitch and tone

why some songs are piercingly shrill

some fully of raspy cacophony

nature did not anticipate after a million years of evolution that

there would be traffic and air conditioner noise

but there would be something

how to be heard above the din by doing something other than shouting...

although, there are the loud birds that throw everything into a cocked hat

shout to their mates and rivals I'm here

and what are you going to do about it!

The wind chimes have fallen silent

no tinkling today

but the full throated roar of monster trucks continues unabated

the song of the highway

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  • Tony Payne3/2/2010

    Sad isn't it how the wonderful sounds of nature are so often drowned out in our everyday lives, to be replaced by the sounds of machinery.

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