if I had  only heard you call
sweet bird
chirp when I was noticing
when I had senses
those days long ago

now I sit and watch on the perch
a mute Mockingbird
a woodpecker with a sore bill
a Robin with no robin hood

a sparrow alone on a  limb
talking to himself
a  leaf waving in the breeze
and always the songs remembrances
softly haunting