Morning Song

The chorus of raptors is raucous today.
I noticed the noises at 8.
Accustomed to few and infrequent, the play
of timbre in timber was great.
I didn’t hear crows and I witnessed no flight,
but whistle-like calling was strong.
It set my attention and hearing alight,
diverted by hawk morning song.

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