In the early morning light,
When the sun begins to rise,
A chorus of birds takes flight,
To fill the world with cries.

First up is the robin red,
With a breast so bright and bold,
Singing sweetly from its bed,
A melody to behold.

Next comes the tiny sparrow,
With feathers brown and gray,
Hopping on the ground below,
Looking for a meal to sway.

Then the woodpecker taps away,
With its beak like a drum,
Pecking out a lively tune,
To the beat of nature's hum.

The cuckoo calls from afar,
With its distinct and simple cry,
Echoing like a shooting star,
Filling the air with a lullaby.

The crow perches on a tree,
With its feathers black as coal,
Cawing out with glee,
To let everyone know its role.

The parrot with its rainbow hues,
Is the brightest of them all,
Talking in its playful muse,
As if having a ball.

Lastly, we have the humble pigeon,
With its soft and gentle coo,
Bringing peace like a soothing benison,
As the day begins anew.

These birds, both big and small,
Have a story to tell,
So let's listen to their call,
And hear their sweet repel.

Reflections

1. What are some of the different birds mentioned in the poem?
2. How does each bird sound and what is their unique characteristic?
3. Why do you think the poet chose to write about these particular birds?
4. Have you ever seen any of these birds in real life or heard their sounds?
5. What time of day do the birds in the poem start singing, and why do you think they do that?