This is my own attempt at poetry or perhaps I should say at blank verse.
“We are fearful of the birds. We fear there song. It is beautiful and transitory and, because it reminds us of our own mortality we shut our ears to the birds.
Turn the TV on we say. It is to quiet in here lets have some music. Whats on the radio?
People walk through the park their ears stuffed with earphones drowning out the birds. Others stroll seemingly unaware of the beauty of the day texting away. The birds continue to sing, people continue heedless of their song wrapped in their fear which, try as they may no gadgets can dispel”.