Bird Chirps Over Traffic Poem by Michael Walker

The traffic of the highway
Is my rippling brook,
For I awaken to the calming thrum
Of wheels speeding over asphalt lanes,
The ambience that wafts through windows
Of our apartment.

Instead of falling timber,
Vehicular accidents
Constitute familial events
When rubber tires scream,
Truck brakes whimper,
And their metal thunders to a close,
As glass is smashed,
And lives collide.

But this morning,
A wee sparrow
Perched upon our patio
To share with me
His intricate melody.
Where did he learn this song,
Without note or name?

God must have made the birds
To speak without words.