Two Robins

Two Robins sat on a Maple limb
Hung over a park bench where sat
Two old men in conversation
About the glory of fresh Spring.

The birds listened and one said,
“Such strange music, mostly monotone.
What could it mean?” The other said,
“It means for them. They do not sing for us.”

Well written.

This reminds me of a wonderful song by Eamon Friel called the ‘The Songthrush and the Wren’ that looks at it from the birds eye view.

My favourite lyrics are;
“Aren’t they so sanctimonious
Where’s the laughter of love?” ~Eamon Friel

The whole album is poetic, just like most of his music. He’s wonderful.

Heard the song. Loved it.