rising sun incandescent,
silence... still... iridescent
Muted morning is broken
burbling bird names are spoken
First, feathers flap and fluster
cacophonous clattering cluster
And while beaks have a thirst
a warbling call comes first
By din of a racket, the forest is rent
by singing and chattering bird ‘ta-lent’
Birds themselves proudly proclaim
by loudly shrieking out their own name
Tweeting pee-wee and pi-wit and feebee
Cheeping perky and chirpy like coffee
Trilling sweetly and tuney like toffee
Ain’t it quite queer
in lands far and near
that we name birds by ear:
such as these listed here...
raucous kookaburra,
crazy cuckoo,
wailing kulbardi,
kurrawong song
the Kiwi’s kiwi
and parroting kea
Yet no bird will you hear
call ‘onomatopoeia’
(Response to a challenge to write a piece including seven words -- highlighted in bold above).
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