As sweet as bird-song

Here’s a poem from my 2013 visit to Bundanon … 


Yesterday, while brushing my teeth, I heard a noise outside.

From the bathroom window I watched a crow

desperately trying to get into the Dorothy Porter studio;

tapping its beak on the glass, hurling its body against the door.

Later, wanting to know what all the fuss was about,

I walked across to the studio.

Nothing but an empty room.

But as I stood inside the white-walled, wooden-floored space,

I began vocalising to the sound of aahh,

and, because of rich acoustics,

my voice was unexpectedly beautiful –

as sweet as bird-song.

No wonder the crow wanted to break in.


Australian crow

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