Monday, April 8, 2013

Bird Songs

The bird songs this spring morning
Are exuberant with certainty of summer.
They were tentative through winter.
Only the raucous crow insensitive
To the cold.
Robins, red breasted, appear along
The path the dog and I walk.

These song birds are the last of the dinosaurs
Such perfection of grace.
Evolutionaries explain this with asteroids
Like astrologists before them.
Always looking to the outer limits
When the answers lie within.

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