i'm sitting on the porch
listening to birds sing from
over there a melodious trill
and from over there as if
in reply a melodious trill
again as if of course they are one
crow brings in the
bass and the stereo effect
kicks in again spatial
response about 12 degrees to the
front center a little to the
right now there are two
mockingbirds and i believe
i have not heard this song before
ever - they seem to know this
and pour it on jazzing up the
final riff opening my eyes and
there they are tearing it up thru
the mulberry bush climbing
higher and higher closing in
for a brief encounter a flutter
of frantic wings beating escape
higher and higher attack it's sex
they're onto and off
she flies left banks
to the hackberry's generous
limb lands and calls out
oh my it was quiet for
a time then started again
some large billed parrot from
costa rica was in the
neighbor's yard apparantly and
answered with the same sweet
voice its twin on the
telephone pole
the sky was full of this
misty light which is why
i suppose the birds were singing
the early morning history
of this place included a
a light rain which still
resides in the form of
tiny droplets of water
on every blade of grass
i can only imagine how
this looks from above
the door bell rings it's a
bird from next door in a
tree the faintest whistlings
from afar come from the sky
i close my eyes again
and remember a poem that
didn't work the pain the
horror the embarrassment
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