Rain Song

A warbler calls out a plaintive cry
From soggy bushes
His song quivers and trembles
Like raindrops sitting on spent blossoms
It shudders ever so slightly
Before letting go
And disappears into
A silent muddy puddle

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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6 Responses to Rain Song

  1. Tu crées une image comme personne d’autre.


  2. arjaybe says:

    We’ve got some soggy bushes and muddy puddles around here these days too. And the birds are very active, chasing each other in and out of the trees. Preparation for migration, I suppose.

    Love to your poor little wet warbler.-)



  3. PapaBear says:

    Hi Emm,
    Are we sitting under the same tree, looking at the same rainy day, and the same puddles…, but there’s no bird here…! Oh, that’s right,.., it flew over to your side of the tree. Happy rainy Sunday!


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