Cacophony of Song

I sat on the garden bench
eavesdropping on lovebird’s chatter
Marveling at their cacophony of song
dancing on the air
I pondered what their sounds meant
and then at once, understood their lament
for underneath the mesquite tree
lay a tiny lifeless feathered spirit

©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille– What’s That Rustling in the Eaves?
Kim is hosting dVerse today and asks us to write a quadrille with the word eavesdropping or a variation thereof.The pub opens at 3PM ETS- Come join in!

Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at:
and purchase anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

38 Comments on “Cacophony of Song

  1. Wow, so very poignant and it is indeed a threnody for the cruelty that occurs in nature. It is full of grief and heart-break. A very well-written piece.

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  2. The twist capper is haiku-powerful, flipping lyrical into bathos; excellent piece. I liked “song dancing on the air.”

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  3. Beautifully written, and so sad. I saw a dead goose in the road yesterday. I wondered if it had crashed into a car or truck–and if there were other geese mourning him or her.

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  4. There are sometimes casualties here when birds fly into the windows. Sometimes they are just stunned and end up flying off. Sometimes not. I feel sorry for the “tiny lifeless feathered spirit.”

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