Listening

Morning began with Haydn  
fledgling robins feeding,  listening.  
If one should be sure of anything,  
I believe they were listening.
Why should they not ?                          
Random songs mingle with  
Haydn's eighty third ,blending  
with  bird-songs, contemporary,
close, yet years a part.
Sparrow tweets have no number,
 yet memories  shall recall
 countless mornings and songs at dusk.