What language do they speak?
I really know not, but know this,
They speak their mother tongue,
Distinct from their neighbours,
They speak on scheduled turn,
Respecting each other’s right,
To say their morning prayers,
In their own unique language!
Prayers as the notes are soothing,
Sad not, neither complaining but
Soothing, pleasant, peaceful.
Chirping is incorrect to call it
Birds in the park say their prayers
In their own distinct language
Humans understand not!
Different species pray to a
Schedule separated by minutes
No jumbling of separate tongues,
No quarrels about obstruction,
Of one species by another in the
Morning prayers for any reason.
Prayers said they fly their way
They go about their daily business
Looking for food for themselves
And the little ones in the nest-
Ever hungry, impatiently waiting
For the mother and their day’s fill.
They converse their language
No communication ever fails
It is mother tongue we wrongly
Call chirping and leave it at that
But the variety and flavor of each
Leaves no doubt about their status
As a language of their own!