Light Birdin (Burdon)
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


The birds they sing so sweetly
In fragrant lullabies
On brances perched they tweet free
They never tell us lies

Once a while they step - as if sleeping
To judge our obscene laws
Or maybe they're still waiting
For a cascade of applause

They lift from a branch and fly
Away from hairy paws
They perch in trees so high
They seem in sunlight lost

But we don't need to age
The beauty fair binds bring
Let us picture them in mind
And hear them sing