Here there be nightingales

Dawn is breaking on a clear May day;

Somewhere, someplace
 there are nightingales singing
their nesting song;
a heart rending ,
 mind numbing cascade of
barely supportable
melody.

A yearning pied piper song .

In the city
the blackbirds start  the day,
overcoming
the dissonance of  sparrows
and the cooing of wood doves.