The meek mourning dove had gone silent,
All of a sudden. Coz, the croaking crows
And the rasping ravens are setting up
A soaring stage, high up the trees
A rage and a ranting all over
They flew in and out. A flutter
And a bustle and a tug-of-war
For a piece of meat maybe
And then, again, all of a sudden
The rowdy raiders were gone.
In the lull that followed, the
Chickadees dared all over again
To call out, their sweet names.
The finches, and then me,
Followed suit, to constitute
Our own mellow melodies.