An April Aubade

 

A flock of blackbirds

In the apple boughs

A C-Clef of song sparrows

Alighting along

The telephone lines

Frolicking lawn robins

And a dozen pigeons

Cooing among the tulips

Have just now invited my

Neighbor’s dog Bamsa and me

To hear their enrapture

In four-part harmony.

Of Handel’s Hallelujah Chorus