Songs of the Birds
The tiny bodies of Carolina wrens
Tremble as mighty song pours forth
Gaudy cardinal has the repertoire
Of a showy operatic tenor
Woodpeckers of various color and size
Carry on a staccato beat of a drum line
Finches and sparrows chatter
Not unlike a classroom of fifth graders
Blue jays scream and scold
Starlings grumble and jeer
Robins cherrio with heads tipped
toward the earth and worms
And my favorite
The soulful call of the mourning dove
Always falls into my heart and soul
Raining...but not raining
I'm walking
It's cloudy but not raining
I hear the sound like rain falling
It's the drops of rain
Held overnight by leaves
On the forest trees
Freed by a gentle morning breeze
To fall further
On to the ground
Raining but not raining
Magnolia Leaves
Magnolia leaves cascade toward the ground
Loosened from limbs by an evening breeze
Their passage through the recalcitrant leaves
Creates music
Rivaling the tune from the wind chime
Hanging on the lowest branch
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