I woke early this morning to birdsong. But not the trills that come with morning light. This was a lone note deep in the darkest before. I waited as the call went out. Then I waited some more.
Avian fantasia surrounded me as the bird voiced itself again. For somehow I knew it was the same lone bird and same lone note, perhaps calling out a name. Or was it a call awaiting response? I wondered if it was a mating call. Was there was a partner to answer?
Or was that the cry of the forlorn?
Try as I might, it sounded like crying; the gut wrenching sob of one trying to hide the pain. Is this what it sounds like when doves cry? I felt as though I was somehow intruding on something private, by just listening. As my alarm went off I rose knowing I was listening in vain. I did not hear the call again.
Just the memory of that note in the dark of night lingering on my psyche in the light of day.
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Let’s see how others are slicing it up today…
Now I’m thinking of “When Doves Cry” by Prince…
I always associate a bird’s song with joy and happiness. I think to hear a forlorn cry would haunt me all day.