Biliirr
By Adon P
Published 5 November 2025
Biliirr lay dead still in her nest,
As early dusk dew soaks the grass like a swimming pool,
Biliirr, my alarm clock,
With a sweet symphony of chirps.
Biliirr, the duet of songs I hear when rain comes,
Gliding through the air as rain sprinkles down,
Light showers and sun illuminate her black glistening feathers,
Biliirr.
Biliirr, singing sweet symphonies
Music to my ears,
Constantly completing albums of the sweetest sounds,
Biliirr.