
dancing in the grass juncos feeding in the rain what do they ponder?
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dancing in the grass juncos feeding in the rain what do they ponder?
the sky growing dim
birds still singing out their work
I watch the clouds blur
sunlight through this glass
floating across the pages
a crow laughing
Yes, I am awake
And the birds sing with vigor
Dawn has not yet come
I’m amazed at the number of birds singing right now. Well, I think one of the loudest sounds is an insect, but I digress. It’s quite boisterous. Oddly, as daylight comes their sounds will quiet. Perhaps just supplanted by human noise. Perhaps.