poets are birds br birds are poets br and the latter br are the truest poets br singing - from dawn till night and night till dawn br crowning the world br with their exuberant, br health giving and never ending poetry slam br br first to flag off br the daily slam br would be the cockerels br sending our heart reeling br with the precision of br their poetic clock br they crow until the sun br has no choice but br to rise to the occasion br br and then a thousand br other of their kinds br a million colourful plumes br in pomp and pageantry br high on cool shaded br majestic green podiums br begin their rumbunctious slam br br their songs as diverse as their shines br every bird chips in br to make their slam the most powerful kind br br some squawk, br some squeak br some chip chirp chap br some cry, crow, caw br some whistle, peep, screech br bark, croak, grunt, grumb br some plain quack br br the best poets br chirp simple br mersmerising songs br slicing through br the first light br with their varying br tone, scale, metre, rhyme br cheering up the day br with full throated optimism br that could cure br any depressed heart br br some twit delightful songs br br chirp, chirp, chirp br br chit chit chit chit chit chit br br chi chiu chiu chiu chiu br br twi wee twi wee twi wee br br yer er er er eeeeeeeeer br br so tenuous br and true br these feather poets br are in their art br they could put their br human cousins br in the novice basket br when it comes to br the world of poetrybr br john tiong chunghoobr br