so many songs
from the garden
heating up the day
with the rise of sun
and the dawn of morn
do i hear a fixed
syllabled chirp
the same notes
over and over
feathery creatures
what secrets do
you hold for the world?
or are you, dear friend,
merely chanting like me
to the gods, for a
heart light as flight?
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John, I must have read (scanned) a hundred poems today. This is the best of the night. Thanks