When do the birds do come

When do the birds do come

For every time I whisper

They sing

All thanking the skies for the berries

Praying after the rain had gone

They drain away yesterday water

To the caterpillar, it flows down

To the green leaves, it performs a stagnant tradition

Dancing, enticing the dew of the morning


When do the birds do come

For the time I see the sun

The heat rises from my left side

Blowing wind to me

The crisp warmth of light

Letting the plays from the talking drum ring

Flowing with fresh soup

Hot to mouth, afresh for breath


When do the birds do come

For the evening, frogs croak

Happy for the residing sun

The returning snake shakes lips

Praying for the fruits of tomorrow

Words from the creaking flies

Biting the ears for a chance to listen

Humming for the light remaining



When do the birds do come

Maybe until the coming of sun

Silently accepting the visit of night

A night blissful with dark

9 thoughts on “When do the birds do come” by Uyiosa (@wordsfromuyi)

  1. This is good. Kinda. But am wondering if you shouldn’t kill one of the ‘do’s in the line ‘ when do the birds do come

    1. my thoughts exactly

    2. Uyiosa (@wordsfromuyi)

      @kaycee,I appreciate your words. Yeah, I could have fared better without the extra ‘do’ but I intentionally placed it. The message of this piece needed that extra ‘do.’ Thanks for stopping by.

    1. Uyiosa (@wordsfromuyi)

      @topazo, Thanks for reading. Glad you stopped by

    1. Uyiosa (@wordsfromuyi)

      @laworemike thanks for reading. Glad you liked it

  2. I see them coming in the summer, gliding on the edge of the eastern wind!
    Good work.

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