Choir In The Trees Poem by Donal Mahoney

I turn the porch light on
because it's dark when I go out
to find the morning paper.

It's still dark when I start back
but when I'm on the porch I reach
inside a little bin for bird seed

and spread it along the bannister.
That's when the choir starts to sing.
It's too dark to see the birds in trees

watching me spread their seed
but they thank me with a lovely hymn
from the morning tabernacle choir.