poem

 BirdsongMy favorite birdsong in the morning Goesfwipp, fwipp, fwipp, fwipp, fyooouuYou don't even know what I ’m Talking about, do you?You ’re not hereIn my frosted dawn.If you heard it you ’d probably Spell it differently, Maybe you ’d hear an “r”Between the “f” and the “w”.That ’s all we’re doing hereWriting poemsChasing after winds Trying to stop time.We listen, we pay attentionThen try to get some of it downAll the world is just birdsong,Beautiful sounds happeningInside our own heads.Maybe I can get you to start listening tooWho knows what you ’ll hearMaybe something differentAltogether, maybe the bird That goes bee-yuuu, bee-yuuu, bee-youuuuu5/1/22

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - May 1, 2022 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs