Nice, Ralph. Congrats! The ovenbird, though inconspicuous, warbles lyrically, yet so loudly, I wonder what a stew of them sound like? Would the noise knock down all the trees in the forest or would it be like a cosmic symphony? By the way, I know you’re using poetic license in calling the singing bird a “she” to differentiate the bird from the narrator. I think that’s a clever approach.
I’m sure you know this one by Frost:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173533