The Morning Bird
Is calling.
The forecast feels different,
There’s something in the air,
It may be insignificant,
But caught me unaware.
Thumbs up is the signal,
It seems all systems go,
We have a mind to mingle,
Is something that I know.
The morning bird is calling,
The air is damp and warm,
Soft, soft rain is falling,
Though no sign of a storm.
I long to be out moving,
And on the road again,
It seems things are improving,
To move out of the den.
Me oh my the morning sky,
Is laden with dark clouds,
We’ll spread our wings and fly, fly, fly,
From the budding crowds.
Down a bush track far away,
Through mist and some light rain,
We’ll arrive later today,
Out west and safe again.
Thumbs up to the arrangements,
And the weather too,
We’ve cancelled our engagements,
There’s nothing else to do.
Thumbs up to the feeling,
We both have deep below,
As the night comes stealing,
Our thoughts go with the flow.
©
David Rudder
2023
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