It's such a pleasant morning I'm not going to do a thing I am sitting drinking coffee I see a lovely display of wings. I love these early mornings My working days now done Watching birds of every kind They really Bring much and fun. The crows are going crazy There are hundreds in the air But the pigean on my bird stand He isn't going anywhere. Now a black bird he is gliding In harmony with the breeze He doesn't seem to worry much He takes refuge in the trees. What ever happened to the sparrows We rarely see them anymore They always used to be around A little bird that I adore. Maybe there is a message In the way that these birds sing Take note of of there morning chorus And there lovely display of wings.