REQUIEM FOR A WOOD THRUSH ...

MR. WOOD THRUSH WITH HIS SPRING-TIME NESTLINGS

        This is the first time you have been around my house and woodland. I've loved you since the first I heard your song. It echoed so melodious and rich throughout the valley as I walked to watch the sun rise.

      At first I couldn't spot you, then I realized you sang from the very top of the tall tree I often lean on as I watch the rising sun. Some people have said you have the finest voice among the songbirds; now I say that too.

         You greeted me with song at sunrise and again at sunset, every day. One morning I watched as you and the resident wren---who lives on my porch rent-free---foraged on opposite ends of my porch-side garden. And then you two engaged in your own spirited avian version of "Dueling Voices." I enjoyed that!

         Yesterday you flew so fast down from your tree-top to my porch; you collided hard; and you lay very still, I lifted you to a shady corner of the porch, in case you would come to. But no ...

         I will miss you and your songs. For me, your visit was a rare one, and if I never host another wood thrush, I'll remember and appreciate your visit.