I’m grateful for all the small glances

and glimpses of futures to come,

Portents and patterns I see in the sky,

The formations of birds I see as they fly

Foretelling fortunes, they never deceive.

Rely on the written word of the birds.

They never lie.

They tell every morning their message of truth

By the colour of eggs, the shapes of their legs

And direction of flight.

My grandmother gave me the gift of these things.

I understand all that the dawn chorus brings.