Choir in the Trees
by Donal Mahoney
I turn the porch light on
because it’s dark when I go out
to find the morning paper.
It’s still dark when I start back
but when I’m on the porch I reach
inside a little bin for bird seed
and spread it along the banister.
That’s when the choir starts to sing.
It’s too dark to see the birds in trees
watching me spread their seed
but they thank me with a lovely hymn
from the morning tabernacle choir.
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I heard a choir in the trees just yesterday, while walking 🙂
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what a beautiful poem Mr. Mahoney.
reminds me of spring… wish it would soon get here in Canada
today snow, snow, and more snow.
Mr . Mahoney your poems are greatly appreciated to read.
they always put a smile on my face
congratulations on your wonderful prose
ritamarie recine