A blackbird is singing on a sunlit leafy tree
Him i know by his voice though him i do not see
And the warbling flute like notes ever pleasant to hear
Of the magpies who sing every day of the year
Off of the window sills goldfinches collecting spider silk for their nest
Amongst the late nesters of Spring in Victoria's south west
Mid November the southern calendar Summer just two weeks away
And weatherwise this so far has been a changeable day
With brief spells of sunshine and a cool freshening breeze
And a temperature high of eighteen degrees
Once heard and once seen birds one cannot get wrong
The gray shrike thrushes known for their beautiful whistling song
Not too warm or too cool and pleasant in every way
How good to be living on such a nice day.
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