The Teak Forest

[chipped2003]

Birds Outside My Window


Their whistles,
Call me from my sleep,
Whistles mixed,
With cackles peeps.
Inclinations,
First of violence,
Wretched birds,
Who murdered silence.
Laying there,
Not yet coherent,
My intentions,
Now apparent.
All at once,
A change of heart,
A stone melts,
And falls apart.
Blessed sounds,
Of family love,
Calls of life,
From mother dove,
Fill my soul,
And make me high,
Wondrous sounds,
Invade the sky.
Chirps so proud,
Yet gentle, though,
God protect these
Birds outside my window.