This morning, while lying in bed and half-listening to the news on the “Today” programme, a short article came on. It concerned the regent honeyeater, an Australian bird that is critically endangered and has lost its ability to sing its own song to attract a mate, hence its decreasing numbers and increasing vulnerability to becoming extinct.
It prompted me to write this little poem.
"Regent Honeyeater" (amended version) Help me sing my tune once more I forget my own sweet sound. Instead I try to mimic Others songs I’ve found. But I am not them, And they not me. Endangered, unloved, I’m facing singularity. Without song I wait alone Beneath the rainless sky, For love to bloom, blossom to grow And my song the chance to fly.
This was my original version, penned while still under the duvet.
“Regent Honeyeater” (original version)
Help me sing my tune once more
I’ve forgotten that sweet sound.
Instead I try to mimic
Others songs I’ve found.
But I am not them,
They are not me,
Endangered and few
I’m loosing my singularity.
I wait song-less, alone
Beneath a rainless sky
For love to bloom
And my song to fly.