THIS CHATTERING OF FLOCKS
the birds are back, that’s good, the weather
is changing and I am bird-people, feathers
are my hair…look, sparrows chipping and fox,
ever-present raven with his peculiar pops
looks on, calls mate, assumes sentry position
woodwind chimes provide the percussion
yesterday’s robin is today’s good fortune
the starlings are wary but strike up a tune
the snow is all gone...
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