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Bird Song

Some are clearly Buddhist while others are painted egos, like Catholic effigies. Species preach their own cyclical creed; melodies as pretty as a Sufi poem or gritstone in the zealot's caw. It is the reverberation of light and sound that we recognize, the feathered mantra's, Psalms for the solar plexus. Then there are the faithless calls of mockingbirds - there's always a 'then'.

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Date: 10/28/2019 5:35:00 PM
Great descriptive piece.....I could see painted mawcaws, dainty wrens, crows and I did like the closing......SuZ
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Eric Ashford
Date: 10/28/2019 6:17:00 PM
Thank you Suzanne, yes each species of birds suggests a orthodoxy of regalia and pomp! Obliged to you!
Date: 10/24/2019 9:32:00 PM
Popped in for a quickly before bed, a captivating musing, I like it a lot. Excellent piece. xomo
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Eric Ashford
Date: 10/24/2019 9:43:00 PM
Glad it sang for you Maureen. Nighty-night. Tweety hugs.