Serenading Glee
Oh, the chatter-y singsong of it all, and if I didn’t love them so much, annoyed, I’d be.
‘Twas 3:00 or thereabouts on this brand new today when one, singular someone decided it was time
and it sure didn’t take the others long to tune up their tonsils and jump into the choir
weeeeee
Pretty sure I’ve never heard them this exuberant at such an early hour
! tweet ! tweet !
! chirp ! chirp !
Which got me to thinking about whistling.
yep
whistling
Those little lovelies and their simple merriness brought to mind all the whistlers I have crossed paths with throughout my life.
Big Brother is one.
I am convinced he was a bird in another lifetime.
Chant-like cheeps are his second nature and I often wonder if he even realizes he is serenading.
Like the softness of a flute, music uninhibitedly escapes his lips.
This agitates the you know what out of certain someones who shall remain nameless, but I can honestly say, I don’t mind at all.
I find it pleasantly pleasing
& then, there’s Friend.
His is more of a peppy, jazzy, carefree sonnet
& that lady I back in the day worked beside,
or that guy I every so often see on my walking path
or …
or …
Hey there, Whistlers
I’ve never really noticed you and your background choir until this very moment of this very day
& seriously.
How FUN is that ??!??
You go right ahead and
peep
tootle
pipe
warble
whine
trill
hoot
fife
tweedle
chirr and chitter your way through life.
I may not always see, but rest assured, I most definitely hear
& just so you know ?
I appreciate your glee.
