Listening In
Here
Where I am now
There is soft chirping
From small birds
Unseen
Out my open window
I listen to them
Hear their conversations
Like the ebb and flow
Of human voices
Around a dinner table
It feels somewhat like
I am eavesdropping
On their privacy
But I do not understand
Their language
Have no idea
What is being discussed
So what can it matter
Anyway –2013
Missing You
It is in another time
Another place
I hear mocking birds
Sing
As they claim their territories
In the mating months
Of February and March
Our Southern California spring
Each bird owns their own
Repertoire
Of rhythm trills melodies
Culled from the sounds
Of other birds
Their songs resonating like bells
From hillsides around my house
Oh
I remember wonderment
Remember my joy
To hear a mocking bird
Singing
In the silence of midnight
Moon music I call it
A lullaby into sleep –2013-2014
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