Bellbird

I've written three poems about the bellbird and am dissatisfied with them all. The first was a sonnet, the second a villanelle and the third, free verse and really stripped down to the minimum. His song is so ethereal and beautiful that it's hard to put into words. I tried to post my video here of him puffing up to pipe his tune but it took so long that I gave up.
Thanks to my tutor I've been reading Elizabeth Bishop and have fallen in love with her work. The End of March is one that stuns me with its imagery. I'm reading her poems in tandem with her letters in One Art edited by Robert Giroux...it's a feast.