Poetry and Photography by Bill Davies

Little Bird That Sings


What magic is this?
This little bird who sits through night
Then sings in light
This testament to dawn
This living song


Who finds a place safe and dry
Then returns once more
to sing and fly


What magic is this? I hear and see!
This voice that blends with light
That from a silver threaded
throat will bring
a simple gesture after rain
an awareness of the spring
in being of this world again
This timely, timeless treasure
This little bird that sings