A bird sings in Las Vegas

a bird is singing
serenading charcoal clouds
is there a slight breeze

I must have the happiest bird in Las Vegas nesting in the pine tree in my front yard. The song is sweet and beautiful, so it could be a nightingale. I know it  is not  a sparrow because it does not sound like one. I have only heard this bird and not seen it . I have witnessed several birds flying around the neighborhood and flitting from tree to tree.

The birds I have seen make up about three or four different species. There are sparrows nesting in one of the neighbor's oak trees. I have see a black bird of some time flying around and pigeons. I also see pair of nightingales; at least, I think they are nightingales because they do not look like any of the other birds I see and they resemble pictures of nightingales I have seen.

Thankful Thursday Melody in Las Vegas

A nightingale sings
Its melody echoing
Morning gratitude

I took a bag of trash to the garage this morning. I heard a nightingale singing. The bird sounded like it was saying thank you to the dawn. This morning I am thankful for the songs of nightingales.

I heard a nightingale sing in Las Vegas

This morning I heard a nightingale singing. I was in the kitchen washing dishes and I heard the bird singing in my backyard. I think the bird has a nest in one of the neighbors’ yards, but I do not know in which yard his nest is located.

This bird or one like him has nested in this neighborhood for several years. I have seen him sitting in my front yard, but he does not nest in my trees. This is good, because I would hate to have a tree cut down with a bird nesting in it, especially a nightingale.

The nightingale is not the only bird in this neighborhood. I have seen black birds, pigeons, sparrows, and mourning doves. The nightingale and the mourning doves have the most inspiring songs. I could sit on my patio and listen to them sing all day.

In the spring, autumn, and winter, the birds sing all day long. However, summer days are too hot, so during that season they sing in the morning and evening. I think the nightingale remains all year round; he does not seem to mind the winter weather in Las Vegas. Of course, we normally do not get snow in the valley.

A nightingale sing
His song reverberating
An inspiring day

Nightingale at dawn

In the stone pine tree
A nightingale intones joy
A new day begins

I heard a nightingale singing again this morning. His song ways beautiful and it sounded as if it came from the stone pine tree in my yard. If he has a nest there, the nest is safe for the summer because I'm not planning on removing that tree until later this year or early next year.

Spring is on the Way

I heard a bird sing
Its sweet melody echoed
Through my neighborhood

I went out to pick up today's edition of the Las Vegas Review-Journal and a bird was singing. Because its song was so sweet, I think the bird is a nightingale. I haven't heard a nightingale sing in a while, therefore, spring must be on its way.

I'm looking forward to spring. I like to write in spring, I write all year long, but spring seems to bring out my muse. It must be the beautiful flowers and the warmer weather. The desert blooms in the spring. Spring 2010 should be exceptionally beautiful because of all the rain we've had this year. Las Vegas has had more rain in January 2010 then in all of 2009.

A nightingale sings
Celebrates January's
Rain and spring flowers

Evening Approaches

Sunday afternoon and evening approach
the street outside my house is silent
only the cars of neighbors decorate the curbside.

I heard a nightingale this morning
singing his joyous song,
proclaiming a bright new day,
foretelling a prosperous week;
he didn't have a care in the world
he was happy with his nest,
happy with his mate,
happy in the tree he built his nest.

Evening approaches and I remember the nightingale singing,
I remember standing in the driveway smiling
at his joyful and carefree song;
I remember thinking that he made my day
happier with his song.

Evening approaches
and I wish that I could be as happy and carefree
as the nightingale I heard this morning.