Do you hear me? Don’t you know
I’m the Red-eyed Vireo?
After lovely blossoming May
Entices me the livelong day—
Even when the August noon
Silences the bards of June—
My incessant voice is heard
Till I’m called The Preacher-Bird.
A collection of my favorite bird poems. Please send your favorites to me at mtbckr@gmail.com
Do you hear me? Don’t you know
I’m the Red-eyed Vireo?
After lovely blossoming May
Entices me the livelong day—
Even when the August noon
Silences the bards of June—
My incessant voice is heard
Till I’m called The Preacher-Bird.
