Birdsong
A bird with a voice like dripping water begins,
drop by drop, to fill up my head.
A bird with a voice like a car alarm
unlocks my gift of song.
A bird with a voice like a lawn sprinkler
showers me with love.
A bird with a voice like a cell phone
calls me out of my reverie…
Everywhere, all around…the Birdsong.
Mellifluous, ululating:
a raw cry.
A bird with a voice like a hyena
makes me giggle.
A bird with a voice like a fart
reminds me to smell the flowers!
A bird with a voice like a buzz saw
cuts off all thought.
A bird with a voice like inexhaustible longing
reminds me of you…
-Eric Lee
Published in Voices de la Luna – A Quarterly Arts and Poetry Magazine, Volume 21
Every Friday I am posting poetry by my brother, Eric Lee, under the title of Poetic Endings. I feel reading a poem would be the perfect end to a week and a way to start the weekend on a great note.


