Monday, June 13, 2016

Birds sing

It is very early morning
Birds sing the sun awake
Their voices so stark in a
World under cover of night

How can I be sad right now
Birds sing, and even though
Sleep evades me, I should
Be happy to be alive, healthy

Birds sing, my body lies awake
Fingers pound at keyboard and
Write this poem while birds sing
Their poetry, their life to the world

(photo from morgue file)


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