Missing Their Song

Dressed in their bright yellow, they find a high perch and let loose their song. The Meadowlark is one of the first birds to announce spring here at the house, their song filling the morning. We have a handful of males that have staked out our property as theirs, they compete to attract the females with their song. There seems to always to be that one male who doesn’t find a mate, singing long into summer in the vague hopes of getting lucky. He just stopped singing this past week. There is a definite silence because he’s quiet and signals that summer is coming to an end. I don’t want summer to end yet, so the silence has a double meaning. I’m missing their song.