PLUMED CHOIR:

I am wrapped in the reeling rantings of reticent ravens,

Surrounded by the sorry silence of swooping swallows,

The songs of sunny song-birds & the last call of dying swans,

Serenaded on my death-bed, on my way to sacred havens.

I am enveloped by egrets, ernes & powerful eagles of might,

Told the unknown secrets by the whispering warblers,

Daubed by flamingoes pink, blood-red shrike & kingfisher blue,

Caressed by the tern & kissed by the kite on his thermal flight.

I´m humoured by the geese & ducks squeaks & squawks,

Calmed by the thrush & gentle dove softly cooing,

The owl at night & his haunting whooping,

I´m heralded on my way by the haughty hawk.

I´m awaked at dawn by the laugh of the lark,

Musically amused by blackbirds antics,

The splashing at the pool of the little birds bathing,

The nightingale´s voice, solitary in the dark.

 Beaked Angels & plumed prophets upon the wing,

The choir of multi-coloured-feathered tunes,

Adrift upon the heaven´s plumes,

Urge me to fly high & want to sing.