If it weren't for the sound of morning birds
My waking in the suburbs
Might be just an ordinary day
The birds remind me that I can hear
And I can think and be thankful
For small mercies
Cardinals and robins,
Finch and chickadee
And mystery birds that
Only people in Tilley hats
And grandmothers can name
No mourning doves
Or mockingbirds today
Nor crows or squawking jay
A lone goose (probably silly)
In search of a V
Time to meet my day
And make the coffee
Lighter on my feet
Because I listened up.
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