Violin drills emerge from the trees
But nobody glimpses a fiddler, a source:
Blackbirds can emulate any one sound
They relish a challenge for fingers or throat.
The robin however, his red breast afire
Sings harmony, filled with enchantment, desire
His voice trills and ululates; he measures invention
Forms pictures of bliss while he waits for his cue
Both birds are such artists of musical skill.
We rarely can match them
Their gift or their flair has style and panache
Primeval and deep, full of beauty and nerve
Their offerings echo in ear and in mind
Give challenge or discord
But mostly delight
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© HMH 2013