A Certain Sadness
It was with a certain sadness I woke this morn
for though with whisky, slumber had I bought,
the price I paid was to miss the birdsong dawn
and hollow victory in war that’s nightly fought.
How I yearn every day to hear the shrill notes
that I know not ,if chatter or avian verse they be
or Finch sung love, for one on which he dotes,
this joyous arpeggio that holds my heart’s key .
This choral soundtrack to the break of day
endures against the rush hour’s rackety slight
whether it be sun blessed, rainy or misty grey
it steels my heart to face the long dark night.