A LITTLE LIGHT DISTRACTION
  FROM W.O.L.'s MISERY PERMEATED PAGES

Mum and dad were so excited...that early April morn
by the arrival of another son...their second to be born
every bird residing...on this half our blacked out sphere
sits waiting in good vantage...silent on a tree
to welcome one more infant day
and coincidentally "me"
the rising sun creeps in the room
chasing away...stale colour-less gloom
Cloud flickered sun-sent golden rays ...miles in millions long
raise the heads of dormant life...rouse sleepy birds to song

Un-comfy on the baby scale...I begin to whimper...whinge and wail
but being born at break of day
in the dying hours of April...just before the first of May
immediately I'm aware of...open  window...amplified.
A cacophany of whistling by a host of birds outside
 indelibly imprints...onto my tiny little mind

All about were giggling...as I chirruped in distress
stern faceted ward Sister...stood stiffly in starched dress
gropes for a rational reason with an educated guess
"There is recorded evidence" said she
and continued...deeply thinking
 recalled from the past a similar event...via the vaguest of an inkling
That. "The birthday sign of Taurus...is logical reason  for us
to not expect of the thousands born
every one to be perfect and flawless.
 A few could be influenced...nay...scarred for life!!
interrupting...a heightened dawn chorus."

Back home now...Mum works a routine
 into which we quickly settle
for I was an awkward baby built
for the testing of parental mettle.
 Dad searches walls...woken up yet again
for the nursery light at two thirty am.

Not summoned by a human
what you'd call conventional sob
more akin...to a whistling kettle
bubbling on the hob.

I ascribe my notoriety
 to an eclectic bunch of tuneful friends
in thousands of different variety.
 Parliments of owls, covers of coots,
doles of white doves,  a building of rooks
living and laying...eggs in spring nests,
 farmers consider some...serious pests.

Most can fly free...as do you and me
sharing the sunshine with insect and bee
robins and sparrows abound  in small lots
 thousands of starlings,  murmurate in large flocks,
 others in cages...sing songs looking pretty.
Little or fat...colour blue green or black .
The family word when referred to each bird
is the colloquial prefix of "Dicky."