It’s four in the morning, I'm lying in bed, my window is open and I’m listening to love songs. There is no sound apart from the birds singing in the tree that's just outside. I have decided that as
it’s Valentine’s Day, they must be wooing. Not “Honey, can you pick me up a
worm” or “Hey darling, check you out”, or even worse “Hey darling, check me out”,
but songs of pure unadulterated passion.
Every now and then, a car passes in the distance,
threatening to drown them out, but my ears strain for their music and their
voices seem to crescendo in defiance.
I drift back to sleep, with their romantic chorus echoing
in my ears…
End note: I read a few years ago that the reason birds
sing at night is not because they’re confused by city lights and think it’s
dawn when it’s not, but because they realised that it was quieter at night, and
therefore easier to be heard…
